ﻣﺮﻳﻢ
ﺇﺫﺍ ﻗُﻠﺖ ُ ﻣﺮﻳﻢ ْ
ﻟﻌﻴﺴﻰ ﺍﻟﻤﻮﺍﺟﻊ ُ ﻣﻦ ﺣﺼّﺔ ِ ﺍﻟﻮﺭﺩ ِ
ﻋﻄﺮ ﺍﻟﺒﻬﺎﺀْ
ﻭﻳﺤﺘﺮﻕ ﺍﻟﻐﻴﻢ ُ ﻓﻲ ﺭﺋﺘﻲّ
ﻭﻳﻐﻔﻮ ﺍﺷﺘﻬﺎﺀ ْ
ﺇﺫﺍ ﻗﻠﺖ ُ ﻣﺮﻳﻢ ْ
ﺳﻴﻠﺒﺪ ُ ﺑﻴﻦ ﺍﻷﻧﺎﻣﻞ ِ ﺧﻮﻓﻲ
ﻭﻳﻐﺮﻕ ﺑﻴﻦ ﺍﻟﺒﻜﺎﺀ ِ ﺑﻜﺎﺀ ْ
ﻛﺄﻥّ ﺍﻟﻐﻴﺎﺏ ُ ﻧﺒﻲٌّ ﻣﻦ ﺍﻟﺮﻳﺢ ِ ﻳﻌﺼﻒ ُ
ﻓﻲ ﺣﻀﺮﺓ ِ ﺍﻻﻧﺘﺸﺎﺀ ْ
ﻭﻳﺨﺘﺒﺊ ُ ﺍﻟﺮﻋﺪ ُ ﻋﻨﺪ ﺻﻼﺓ ِ ﺍﻟﻀﻔﺎﺋﺮ ِ
ﺣﻴﻦ ﺗُﻬﺪﻫﺪ ُ ﺃﺟﻔﺎﻥ ﻫﺬﺍ ﺍﻟﺸﺘﺎﺀ ْ
ﻭﻳﻜﺮﻋﻪ ُ ﺍﻟﺒﺮﻕ ُ ﺷﻴﺌﺎ ً .. ﻓﺸﻴﺌﺎ ً
ﻣﺘﻰ ﻳﺴﺎﻗﻴﻪ ِ
ﻋﺸﻘﺎ ً ... ﻣﺴﺎﺀ !ْ
ﻓﻴﺮﺣﻞ ُ ﻋﻨﻬﺎ ،
ﻭﻳﺮﺗﺠﻒ ُ ﺍﻟﻀﻮﺀ ُ ﻓﻮﻕ ﺭﻣﻮﺵ ِ ﺍﻟﺸﻮﺍﻃﺊ ِ
ﻭﺗﺤﺖ ﺟﻠﻴﺪ ِ ﺍﻟﻀﻴﺎﺀ ْ
ﻟﻤﺮﻳﻢ !ْ
ﺃﻧﻴﻦ ُ ﺍﻟﻔﺮﺍﺷﺎﺕ ِ
ﻭﻃﻌﻢ ُ ﺍﻟﻈﻼﻝ ِ ﺍﺣﺘﻔﺎﺀ ْ
ﺧﺸﻮﻉ ُ ﺍﻟﻘﻨﺎﺩﻳﻞ ِ ﺷﻮﻗﺎ ً
ﻭﻓﺎﻛﻬﺔ ُ ﺍﻟﻌﺸﻖ ِ
ﻛﻴﻤﺎ ... ﺗﺸﺎﺀ ْ
ﺑﻤﺮﻳﻢ ْ !
ﺣﻨﻴﻨﻲ ﺗﻴﻤّﻢ َ ﻣﻦ ﻧﻮﺭﻫﺎ ﻓﻲ ﺫﻫﻮﻝ ﺍﻟﻤﺮﺍﻳﺎ
ﻭﺷﻮﻃﺎ ً ﻣﻦ ﺍﻟﺤﻠﻢ ِ ﻋﻨﺪ ﺍﻟﺮﺟﺎﺀ ْ
ﺑﻤﺮﻳﻢ ْ ! ﺭﺣﻴﻠﻲ ﻳﻔﺠّﺮ ﺷﻬﺪ ﺍﻟﻘﻮﺍﻓﻲ
ﻟﻤّﺎ ﺗُﺼﻠﻲ ﻓﻲ ﻧﺸﻮﺓ ﺍﻟﺨﻮﺥ ِ ﺭﻭﺣﻲ
ﻭﻓﻲ ﺣﺒﺔ ِ ﻛﺴﺘﻨﺎﺀ ْ
ﻭﺗﻤﺮ ٌ ﻳﺸﻤّﺮ ُ ﻋﻦ ﺿﺤﻜﺔ ﺍﻟﻨﺨﻞ ﺣﻴﻦ ﻳﺮﻭّﺽ ﺑﺪﺭ َ ﺍﻟﺴﻤﺎﺀ ْ
ﺃﻗﻮﻝ ُ : ﺇﺫﺍ ﺳﺒّﺢ َ ﺍﻟﺮﻣﻞ ُ ﻳﺼﺤﻮ
ﻭﺇﻥ ﺷﻌﺸﻊ َ ﺍﻟﻔﺠﺮ ُ ﺟﺎﺀ ْ
ﺑﻤﺮﻳﻢ ْ ! ﺟﻨﻮﻥ ٌ ﻣﻦ ﺍﻟﻔﺎﺗﻨﺎﺕ ِ،
ﻳﺪﻧﺪﻥ ُ ﻓﻲ ﺳﺤﺮ ﺃﺣﺪﺍﻗﻬﺎ ﺍﻟﻌﺎﺷﻘﻴﻦ ،
ﻭﻏﺮﻗﻰ ﻳﻌﻮﺩﻭﻥ ﻓﻲ ﻛﻞ ّ ﻣﻮﺝ ٍ
ﻳﻌﻴﺪﻭﻥ ﻟﻠﺒﺤﺮ ِ ﺃﺳﺌﻠﺔ ً ﻣﻦ ﺭﻣﺎﻝ ٍ ﻭﻳﺴﻘﻮﻥ ﻟﻠﻐﻴﺚ ِ
ﻣﺎﺀ ْ ... !
ﺑﻤﺮﻳﻢ ْ ! ﻧﺴّﺎﻙ ٌ ﻳُﻜﻤﻜﻢ ُ ﻭﺟﻪ ﺍﻟﺨﻄﺎﻳﺎ ﻓﻲ ﻏﻔﻮﺓ ِ ﺍﻟﻨﺠﻢ ِ ،
ﻳﻤﺤﻮ ﻋﻮﺍﺀ ﺍﻟﻘﺒﺎﺋﻞ ِ ،
ﻳﺸﻨﻖُ ﺫﻋﺮ َ ﺍﻟﺒﻼﺑﻞ ِ ،
ﻳﺴﻜﺐ ُ ﺣﺒﺮ َ ﺑﻘﺎﻳﺎ ﺍﻟﻤﺴﺮﺓ ِ ،
ﻭﻳﺮﺷﻒ ُ ﻗﻄﺮ ﺍﻟﺴﺤﺎﺏ ِ ﺍﻟﻨﺪﻱ ﺍﺭﺗﻮﺍﺀ ْ
ﺑﻤﺮﻳﻢ !ْ
ﺗﺮﺍﺗﻴﻞ ُ ﺃﻭﺟﺎﻋﻨﺎ ﺗﺴﺘﺮﻳﺢ ُ ﻋﻠﻰ ﺻﺨﺮﺓ ﺍﻟﺸﻮﻙ ِ
ﻭﺍﻟﺮﻳﺢ ُ ﻫﺎﺝ ﺑﺄﻓﺌﺪﺓ ِ ﺍﻟﻌﺎﺑﺮﻳﻦ
ﻭﻳﺮﺣﻞ ُ ﻓﻴﻨﺎ ﺫﻫﻮﻝ ُ ﺍﻟﻤﺮﺍﻳﺎ ﻛﻌﺸﺮﻭﻥ ﺃﻟﻒ َ
ﺍﺑﺘﺪﺍﺀ ْ
ﻭﻛﻞ ُّ ﺍﻟﺠﺮﺍﺡ ﺗﻌﺮّﻱ ﺑﻤﺮﻳﻢ ،
ﻓﺈﺫ ﻣﺎ ﺍﻧﺘﻔﻀﻨﺎ ﺳﻴﺼﺮﺥ ُ ﻓﻴﻨﺎ ﺍﻹﺑﺎﺀ ُ
ﺍﻹﺑﺎﺀ َ
ﻭﻛﻞ ُّ ﺍﻟﺪﺭﻭﺏ ِ ﺗﺤﻦ ُّ ﺑﻮﺟﻬﻲ ﻓﺈﻥ ﺟﺌﺖ ﻋﻴﺴﻰ
ﺗﻬﻴﺞ ُ ﺍﻟﻌﺮﻭﻕ ُ ﺩﻣﺎﺀ ْ
ﻣﺤﺎﻃﻮﻥ َ ﻧﺤﻦ ُ ﺑﻤﺮﻳﻢ ْ
ﻛﺄﻓﻖ ٍ ﺳﺤﻴﻖ ٍ ... ﻭﺑﺤﺮ ٍ ﻫﻮﺍﺀ ْ
ﺇﺫﺍ ﺟﺌﺖ ُ ﻋﻴﺴﻰ ﻳﻐﺎﺯﻟﻨﻲ ﺍﻟﻮﺭﺩُ ﻭﺍﻟﻄﻴﺮُ ﻭﺍﻟﺮﻣﻞ ُ
ﻭﺍﻟﻨﻮﺭﺳﺎﺕ ُ
ﺗﻐﺎﺯﻟﻨﻲ ﺍﻷﻣﻬﺎﺕ ُ ﺍﻟﻠﻮﺍﺗﻲ ﻳﻤﺸّﻄﻦ ﻟﻴﻼ ً ﻣﻦ ﺍﻟﺠﺮﺡ ِ
ﻓﻴﻬﺎ
ﻳﻐﺎﺯﻟﻨﻲ ﺍﻟﻴﺎﺳﻤﻴﻨﻲ ُّ ﻋﻨﺪ
ﺧﺪﻭﺩ ِ ﺍﻟﻨﺴﺎﺀ ْ
ﺗﺼﺎﻓﺤﻨﻲ ﻛﻒ ُّ ﻋﻴﺴﻰ ﻭﺗﻬﻤﺲ ُ
ﺃﻥ ﺍﻟﺮﺣﻴﻞ َ ﺍﺳﺘﺮﺍﺡ َ ﻗﺘﻴﻼ ً
ﻓﺤﻴّﻮﺍ ﺍﻟﻌﻨﺎﺀ ْ