LIKE CAVE MAN
Like the cave man himself, I was
never made to go - just instead
to hunker, stay and watch. The fire
cast its flame and embers my way,
and I moved aside as needed. I am
akin to nothing so much as to movement
itself : walking nomad, traveling guide.
To fly through the light, that keeps
me hoping. And - at the same time -
no staying, no waiting; all this warrantless
freezing in place, yes, it keeps me in line.
Shadows on the cave wall? Pigmented
pictures made from - both - love and
blood? I know them both, I do.
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Things I may have seen? Yes,
they are here and I am waiting;
patiently, it seems, on a stern
and barely bitter Earth.
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