Poem 087, Sonnet 39: Twenty Two Poem by Samer Madbak

Now have I sealed my twenty-second year
Another cycle, my subverted sail
Repudiates repose or change of steer
A crazy craft upon a taxing trail

Now have I rounded out another span
And reckoned naught but time’s obtuse parade
Now, so it seems, I am an older man,
A wreckage of a spirit, just a shade…

Now have I orbited and once again
I trod the Earth but found no restful bed
The fowls have nests, the vixen has her den
And I no place to rest my weary head

Now is my twenty-second winter done.
How many more before this cup is run?


Adelaide
August 1st 1991