Poem 086, Sonnet 38: Upon This Endless Path Poem by Samer Madbak

Upon this stormy route, I tread for aye
Wayfarer on a suicidal walk
A thousand thistles carpeting my way,
And all creation blust’ring to my stalk…

Upon this trail I go, a vagabond,
Barefooted but unflickering I trot
In shining nudity caparisoned
A tow’ring citadel, I waver not…

Upon this track, a bedlamite, I wade…
Supported by my eccentricity
A swarm of rabid dreams, my cavalcade
One motive, Ay! My singularity…

Upon this endless path, no termini
I march forev’r and e’er until I die!


Adelaide
July 22nd 1991