If I Were Destined To Write Just One Line Poem by Baru Gobira

I was struck
With a reality bolt
If I were destined to write just one line
What would I choose?
That I rested within the borders of pent up dreams
Or the stars advanced to meet words in the summer sky
Better still the quite descended and silence was eloquent
But I, noisy like the world, spun a web of unreal perfections
Hoping to reach the Beautiful One
What should I write?
But that my spirit is one with the sun and I’ve nowhere to go
That I spoke to the lamp post on my return from the tavern of delight
Or the treasure house of words is bare and no longer do I write
For I have yet to see the gate keeper of light.

Baru Gobira 2010