Here I learned #poem & #ArtIntallation by Amir Khatib

Here, in the fields,
I'm trying to name the lilies,
It's too many,
And until I finish it,
The freshest ones wither.

I'm trying to classify spikes:
Graceful with long fierce bristles, barley,
dark green chunky wheat,
Dark black granules, oats,
Pregnant horns with regular balls
Like prayer beads, peas,
And those neglected on the margins,
With golden crowns, corn.

I'm here because I like being here,
There is no place for me to hide smaller than this.
Where I witness the hardness of the rocks
It tears the waters and I hear its howling
In the valleys.

I'm trying to borrow some time here,
I swear I will return it to its owner with interest.
I double the twenty-four hours of my day,
To hear and understand the song of birds,
How else will I sleep tonight?

Here I learned an arduous profession: life,
It is more difficult than being alive

Art Installation by Amir Khatib