When the Sun is Taken for Granted

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When the sun is taken for granted.

When the sun is taken for granted,

the sea colour and the sand colour lose their brightness.

When the sun is taken for granted,

you ignore how the city would look like if you sat on the roof of a skyscraper.

When the sun is taken for granted,

migrant workers fight each other to get a seat on a morning bus.

Flowers planted on the avenue sides get invisible.

Signs of greetings and mutual acknowledgement in the street die out in the anonymity of the thickly sandy air.

Drab salary porters still smile at passengers while getting off a taxicab.

When the sun is taken for granted,

the smoke of the shishas in the well-to-do family cafeterias intoxicates the streets of the Misery district.

When the sun is taken for granted,

your impossible hope is forgiving the unequal life that erupts out of your house window.

When the sun is taken for granted,

your daily shelter from immediate consciousness is reading about elsewhereness and otherness.

When the weekend comes, it’s sunny again. But the sky remains gray. And purchasing is what is left to do.

And if you don’t wanna buy anything under the burning sun, you can just pray to forgetfulness to come down and veil the desire of what you’d want to do. And you’ll eventually purchase something. In the sun.

While living under the relentless sun, I wish I had been one of the shrimps caught in the Egyptian fisherman’s net and left with an imaginable destiny.

When the sun is taken for granted,

human capital is outsourced and the worker’s strengths are abused.

When the sun is taken for granted,

the construction of al-Watan is boasted, while local hands are still virgin and smooth like silk.

When the sun is taken for granted,

workers’ documents are confiscated because the Nation’s Lords know what freedom is, and know how to tear it off.

When the sun is taken for granted,

locals suffer from paranoiac abandonment as they are cyclically left alone with their lack of human capital.

When the sun is taken for granted,

your impossible hope is forgiving the unequal life that erupts out of your house window.

In the country of the ever-sun,

much is given to whom already owns; of much is deprived who already lacks.

When the sun is taken for granted,

help is offered to retain the miserable in their misery and preserve their withering distance.

While living under the relentless sun, I wish I had been a rice grain of kabsa, lost in the mutton bones scattered around a decorated oval plate, left over on a rich table hosting the umpteenth taken-for-granted meal, and feelinglessly thrown in the tall plastic dustbin of an air-conditioned restaurant.

While living under the relentless sun, I wish I had been the finely embroidered sleeve of a black abaya, to be hung on a clothes-rack at the end of the day and secretly discover the beauty of the private mind of my wearer.

When the sun is taken for granted,

I am afraid because individual minds are inseparable from governmental strategies. And strategies are unknown to individual minds.

When the sun is taken for granted,

personhood remains an unexplorable mystery.

When the sun is taken for granted,

your impossible hope is forgiving the unequal life that erupts out of your house window.

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  1. pier Giuseppe Glioti

    A noi è piaciuta questa poesia che con il suo ritmo incalzante ci lascia bene immaginare la realtà di Abu-Dhabi…Soprattuto bella la scelta del titolo che si ripete nelle strofe e le immagini date in contrapposizione, in particolare il sognare di essere dei gamberetti o chiicchi di riso …a intendere che non gli uomini hanno una identità e un futuro in questo non-luogo.Complimenti.
    Patrizia e Piero Glioti

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