In ten minutes begins action.
I do not know why I am so sleepy
while shells are pouring soil onto my face.
Through the loophole
I can see: one tree, another tree
— pillars holding clouds
and a veil of mist withdrawing before my eye.
That is the veil over my mother’s face.
The Hadith say: One night on guard
is worth like a hundred years of prayer.
Because one night of keeping guard
passes slowly
like a hundred years of sincere prayer.
Rain drops rustle among leaves
like cautious steps of saboteurs.
In five minutes begins action.
I can hardly see, my eyes are closing.