Searching The Horizon
I opened my eyes and my eyes opened
the light that helped them first to arise;
and it was as though a window had forged another window,
working and sculpting the light to show
the drama of sight – how a new horizon
glanced at me, gently, knighting me with angles,
the emanations in a cool and slaking breeze,
and the unmastered day ahead, like a slave still
to each refraction of hope, each ghost
on its way to becoming the fuller filled-out flesh
it wants to be. Lit now, gripped by delight,
I walk among the staple daily shadows
and feel each one sundered below my stepping feet,
the horizon busied now with its batch of unhurt children.
Omar Sabbagh
