The compass was lost in the memories’ museum
because there were no harbors to welcome you!
Memories are just collages of bygone events
that were lost in an antiquated bed
made up of chips of a dreaming cloud
that always lies to the alphabet.
Oh, no! The compass was eaten by a hungry magpie.
Oh! Once upon a time the compass was
two farsighted eyes!
Ali Znaidi (b.1977) lives in Redeyef, Tunisia where he teaches English. His work has appeared in Mad Swirl, Stride Magazine, Red Fez, BlazeVox, Otoliths, streetcake, & elsewhere. His debut poetry chapbook Experimental Ruminations was published in September 2012 by Fowlpox Press (Canada). From time to time he blogs at – aliznaidi.blogspot.com