The Windows

Ibrahim Nasrallah
Windows are a first step into the world,
a song on a spacious cloud,a departure, a rose,
the braids of the moon falling over hills,
a heartbeat in the darkness of the night
that travels in chains
and in men.
They are a threshold for the prayers
of our lonely neighbor,
an oasis for lovers
and children, the tempting fruit
in baskets, the seagull in the heart
bent down in sleep, the wisdom of the walls
arising from silent rocks and moving
toward mountaintops