Beyond history,
when the desert swam
in the homeland of martyrdom
west beyond the devil’s cave
there were no boundaries
and when the sand came
and the words were written
I could see nothing:
an indescribable shape
and unrecognisable colours
because terror has no beginning
and no end
where love is lost in the storm
and time sent to heal
repeats itself and fails
I look desperately
for some horizon
creeping up through the mist
silently, like a saviour
I wrote this poem after visiting the exhibition No Horizon at the Sainsbury Centre at the University of East Anglia in Norwich, UK