I woke up from a dream before daylight.
I’d dreamt I tried to make a living plant
Into a work of art. It didn’t work.
Trying to make it sculpture-hard it died.
I was in a room with many artists
Who were more successful than I so I
Thought I would try to sculpt the mothers of
Baudelaire and Rimbaud. Don’t ask me why
I don’t know, but I did know I could put
Some pebbles in a bowl and splash them with
A hose showing the whole world how water
Flowing over a dull stone makes it shine.
Now I’ve other things to take up my time.
Sleeping I worked. Awake I work. I’m tired.
Drawings by Akram