YELED HASADEH

A CHILD OF THE FIELD

When children are asleep It is not always
because they want to sleep
They don't want to know
When fingers go
through your soft hair
They just want to touch  

Once I was a childof the field
Never crying
and wanting to forget everything
To see the grass grow
How the river runs
And to sink in a dream

When the thoughts run
through the head's stations without blowing their horn
Like in a fever
a stream of not understood words
Washes the borders with yes and no
I shiver because I am scared

Once I was a childof the field..........

Now I am alone
I hold on to the moments I have left
The ones I still want to touch
Away from the field
I still look for
The roads
that were discovered by the boy

Once I was......