The first ones were 10 of them
10 stars
each glowed and pressed firmly on the beige ceiling
At night in the pitched silence- bar the occasional motors- it glowed
Shined even
[Whispers] ሓደ (hade), ክልተ (kelete), ሰለስተ (seleste), ኣርባዕተ (arbaete), ሓሙሽት (hamushte), ሽድሽተ (shudushte), ሸውዓተ (shewa’ate), ሸሞንተ (shemonte), ትሽዓተ (tishe’ate), ዓሰርተ (‘äserte)
“Ewaayyy!”
Taking a mini pause from her evening ritual,
heard from a near below
Être
A comfort
it glowed
The real thing?
Well, bizzare really
unreachable yet close,
tiny yet mesmerising
subtle
scattered freely on a crisp night
How many?
phheeffff
Could have been 22, 200, a 1000
who knows
endless
slightly shy but silently watching on-
Ahhhh that’s why it glowed!-
A hum without a hum
A buzz without a buzz
Murmours of distant sounds
with only the zen
Être
a break?
Look up
Urca’s stars slightly differed
lighter
looser
louder
Outshined by the much larger moons reflection
not subtle, nor just a witness
but an active part of the night
with a view
Corcovado‘s peak to the left
the hyping sea
growing waves
as the hopeful affirmed their positions, deepened their footprints on the brisk sand and tightened their grip on the rod
warm churros
melting chocolate
stretched blankets
flattened arses
No buzz or humm but the sounds of what was
Its own zen
Être
that’s all
Zara Tewolde-Berhan 