A Wailing Echo Poem by Doris Cornago

When all alone I imagine a field out in the open
You and I casting stones in a pond where
Roam fireflies like drones circling
Like stars winking, agreeing
Such a night for
Dreaming
But
Not in
Daylight
When tasks
Mount up like
Scaffolding for a
Funeral pyre for a
Dispossessed pharaoh
Source of all my sorrows
Cluttering wall with mementos
Listen to concerto a wailing echo
Years ago running after his shadow