A trip in the wind

Passing by in the wind. But she was not in the wind. And in the earthquake. But she was not in the earthquake. And after the earthquake a fire. And she was not in the fire. And after the fire a soft whisper. And I hear. I kneel. The stone bench is of lime. I wrap my face in my mantle. And I ask: where? And I was shown the direction. And I lost the way.

Translated by Norddine Zouitni