Love letter from Basan

Why do you not sleep and roam with me, at night?

 Talk to city airplanes, migrant trucks, loose wind.

Silent breeze. Tea across the road. Furious ginger tea.

Fetch me some sea, Arabian stories and boredom

To the land, lost and barren next to an unromantic riverbed,

My love, this land is everywhere but for now, with me.

I hear no voice, no music to your intimate conversations,

Let me gather my bits and press it over you. How does-

It feel? How does it finally feel to be a listener?

Days like this, I do not crave a somewhere behind me

Now that you’ve come so far, I might swim with you
But I need a return. A return before the night.