CIRCLE

Tonight
Black
Black flock
Of black birds
Fly blackly
To spend a black night
On a Black Island

In the morning
Black
Black flock
Of black birds
Scatter blackly
With blackness
Everywhere
To bring food
For their black hopes

Next night the same
Next morning the same
Life is a circle
Everything rotates around
Eat
Drink
Work
Sleep

Ibrahim Honjo, from book “Enigma from the Stone”

Madonna, Metal sculpture © Ibrahim Honjo

IT IS TIME

Somebody spoke to me grudgingly
time is getting closer and closer
spoke and disappeared
and with him was gone
all that was in the vicinity
and what was at a distance
in connection with time

thoughts were scattered
to all sides
to assemble the remaining days
to multiply
share
subtract
sunsets and sunrises
and that which remained

and all this happens in a spasm
in a frenzied race
without laughter and pain
time is getting closer and closer
and we should thoroughly
quickly and thoughtfully
once again on this wretched day
add all of it, subtract
multiply and divide
so that everyone gets their own share
and leave enough for another time
to fulfill everybody’s last wish
even to those who have no wishes
all this in an instant
because time is getting closer and closer

and when that Promenade passes
when wishes no longer exist
there will just be enough time
to have a fair trial for the first time
and to carry out just punishments
so open your eyes and look at yourselves
in mirrors that do not look like mirrors
open your ears and listen to yourselves
carefully weigh everything around you and within you
hear everything around you and within you
because time is getting closer and closer

IBRAHIM HONJO, “POEMS I DID’T WANT TO WRITE, SOME OTHER DREAMS”2011