Expanse of Time
The past is a bridge where I once stood tall upon a time
when chocolate was rationed and oranges were only eaten
at Christmas and it was a sensation when a ship loaded
bananas came in. I was proud then of my heritage, we were
special and the future was a beautiful landscape.
the bridge, made of wood took fire and fell into the river
that had stopped flowing we had used too much of
the world’s resources and now the future was unpredictable
as we naked stood on the holy mountain the earth shook
and humbled us- This year the banana boat will not come in,
the vines, dry and wizen was not a future I had foreseen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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