Yes, It’s Me Poem by Majid Alhydar

Yes,
I am the slave who tempted Plato
To drink and drink
Until he kneeled at my feet
And wept, disowned everything:
The Cave,
The White Horse,
The Image of The Horse,
And The Image of The Whiteness.
Yes, he kneeled and begged me:
Take me back to my childhood.
I want to run barefoot.
I want to climb a fig tree.
I want to steal some honey;
Some real honey, from the boughs of a real cypress,
In a real wood.
Yes, I am the one who made for them
The cups of red wine, the writing tablets,
The strings of the lyre, And the hemlock’s potion.
Yes.. it’s me!