"Egypt," a poem by Yahia Lababidi

Mural depicting Egyptian men of letters, Alexandria. Photograph by Butheina Shalan.


You are the deep fissure in my sleep,
that hard reality underneath
a stack of soft-cushioning illusions.
Self-exiled, even after all these years 
I remain your ever-adoring captive

I register as inner tremors
- across oceans and continents -
the flap of your giant wing, struggling
to be free and know I shall not rest until 
your glorious metamorphosis is complete.


Yahia Lababidi, 7/1/2013