Somewhere between dreamland and
feet on the ground – running –
walking, I made it through the
mind-blowing mine fields
of ‘all by myself’ notions
surrounded by Poets
with much to say
family on the Kapoot Express
to nowhere and a ‘queer’ child
in old-guy makeup
without the doo-dah days buddies
to add balm to the dialogue of days.
Prayers and outcries
to bring back the self-assurance
and add a pinch of discipline
as old and new times come
Together now by the sea.
I’m not foolish enough to want
Everything to reappear
‘as it was before, ’ but certainly
poetic enough to embrace
the ‘forever shall be’
as the ‘just as it happened’
dialogue brings us back from the brink
while putting our arms around
prayers and other outcries
that brought us here.
2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem