i need to go on the balcony
my balcony faces the rear side of the Randisbourne gardens
that is my boredom/
the night has collected its
junk/trash and traps…
migrating slowly...
three words flutter in my mind
dream, imagine and migration…
i feel as if everything is migration,
and everyone is a refugee…
i embrace this feeling
and dwell on the imaginary countries,
imaginary love…
and insist as if they exist
beloved becomes a butterfly and
flies away in to the Fairyland
my silence…
is breathing you
and i become you…

Günsel Djemal -1991