Daniela Oana - Poet and Photographer

 

The Man

 

An unknown face

And limp bare body

Yet befriended

Rubble-found soul.

 

Bruised and scarred

Dirty and filthy

Surrendered eyes

And dying breaths.

 

Sore tender wounds

A wild-grown beard

Released fists

Hands-held head.

 

Knees ground-bound

Tears ashamed of

Sobs kept hidden

An odd freedom.

 

Ire and vengeance

Sudden strength

Lasting a heartbeat

Beaten, defeated.

 

A sand grain

In the dry Oasis

A sand grain

Drowned in the sea.

 

How can my hands

Save his palms

Before they plant

By his knees?

 

I must cover him

I want him

To be mine alone

Who is this man?