When Ever Poem by Aziz Baako

This is ‘whenever’
When ever I sit to contemplate
With the me in me
I see
The results of a desperate
Attraction of a force that is a part
Of our lives.

I see
The conjunction and conjecture
Of thought and Ideas
That led to the touch and spasm
That becomes
OUR BIRTH ON EARTH.

When ever I halt to reflect
On what kind of an accident
Life is, the revolution
And the evolution
Of the earth that I am a part
Of pops out of my Spirit,
I wonder within hectic
Days and blinking nights
Scouting for that one truth;
OUR PAST, OUR PRESENT
AND OUR FUTURE.

Whenever I bow to give thanks
For creation, I bump into an accident
With THE CREATOR- of the thoughts
The Ideas, the touch, the insertion
The revolution binding that evolution,
And then THE EVENT OF MY DEMISE.

But in eternal distance
I feel the comfort I call God
Weaving through life
As my spiritual enlightenment
Hoover beyond this material
World giving thanks for the passage
Of time.


(Despair of A Displace Person collection/2005)