Comments about Baru Gobira
If I Were Destined To Write Just One Line
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...
Feather So Fair
Come my avian friend
And watch me through
the chain metal fence;
as I wonder, what climes
share your dropped feather.
I ask about the last flight
Was it too far