There are moments when we do not
properly belong to ourselves—
a sort of emptiness looming through
the curtain of the mind,
& the body no longer belongs
to the ground.
There are moments when we just
let ourselves move beyond
the folds of the curtain
of reality.
There are moments when we just
stand on cliffs famous for erosion.
Therefore, nothing can be understood.
So only questions infiltrate our minds,
the way fire creeps into the wood.
The force of doubt that some moments
we embrace
is that thing that keeps us
away from life's rust,
& sullies the cadence of life with
fluid rhythms.
There are two sins: denying doubt,
& denying question.
The moments when we delve into doubt
& question the unquestionable
rinse our sins—moments
of potency
in which our minds lustily delve
into the g-point of the unknown.
Ali Znaidi lives in Redeyef, Tunisia. He graduated with a BA in Anglo-American Studies in 2002. He teaches English at Tunisian public secondary schools. His work has appeared in The Bamboo Forest, The Camel Saloon, phantom kangaroo, BoySlut, fortunates.org, Otoliths, Dead Snakes, Speech Therapy Poetry Zine, streetcake magazine, The Rusty Nail, Yes,Poetry, The South Townsville micro poetry journal, Shot Glass Journal, the fib review, Ink Sweat and Tears, Mad Swirl, and other ezines. His debut poetry chapbook Experimental Ruminations was published in September 2012 by Fowlpox Press (Canada). He also writes flash fiction for the Six Sentence Social Network.
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