When all the rivers overflow
where does all that water go?
In time we return to from where we came
leave Earth to heal by rain
water flood and flame.
When all the rivers overflow
where does all that water go?
In time we return to from where we came
leave Earth to heal by rain
water flood and flame.
I dreamed
a cavernous theatre
where people bid
on others’ colourless goods.
Neither selling
nor buying,
I gripped a framed photo
of someone else’s child.
Then rang
a dinner bell
or a warning.
We carried our
own chairs
shuffle forming
a crowded single line
near the double handled wooden door.
And someone
from far away,
a voice I thought I knew,
shouted stood unbalanced unsteady
waving two open hands:
“before leaving, each one of you
must take and hold me close—-
I am Old Soft Familiar
your fellow (wo)Man”.