I flow.
I flood.
I fertilize fallow fields at the feet of pharaohs,
As they sit, witnesses of the march of time,
From the rise of their necropolis,
To the arrival of Napoleon,
And on and on,
Through ransacks and renaissances,
Rapes and reparations.
And yet they are still babes from my perspective.
I witnessed the rise of Kilimanjaro,
I fed the saplings that grew into jungles,
Covering the continent,
Then receding, conceding to savannahs,
Giving rise to the strange creature called “Man”,
Who now threatens himself and his fellow life forms with annihilation.
And yet my memory stretches back even further,
I myself have withered and swollen,
Broken natural dams,
Changed course,
Over and over again.
But since the birth of this earth,
I have flowed,
Endlessly, steadily,
Shifting silt,
Swirling dirt,
Moving mountains,
Reviving, renewing, recycling the stuff of life.
I am the oldest witness.
I was old when this time began,
I will be no older when this time ends,
I will usher in a new time,
A renewed time.
With silent eyes,
I will flow.
On and on, unending.
Interesting poem. Refreshing perspective. You are a true poet!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loved the alliterations of your poem! How beautifully you have likened time to the ever flowing Nile! Loved the conceptualization and the free flow of words like the placid currents of the Nile. This morning I have read your oldest and the newest poems on this site and commented on both, two in the latter. To say the least, I am impressed! The poem gets full marks from me,5/5!