Dreaming a Home-Journey from Exile

Sometimes, one of us rises to the surface,

taking flight from the bottom of Dark Sea,

where, exiled, we have stayed for so long.

Defeated in old battles forgotten by time,

sentenced in absentia by a merciless court,

clearing debts of incautious ancestors.

Our vision accustomed to the shadows,

our body surviving with minimal breath.

When the one who adventures the climb

arrives on the shore and breathes full life,

he is abruptly sunk again by diligent guards,

those armed cherubims at Paradise Gate.

Has our penalty not yet lapsed?

Has not yet been paid the reparation of the beaten?

Would we endure light by the day of release?

Perhaps, then, with a pledge of the dark days of yore,

we may, sharing beloved Earth with the Almighty,

make a new light, friendly to human nature,

openhearted, unabrasive and compassionate.

 

Published in The Bees are Dead, September 8, 2016.

http://www.thebeesaredead.com

Published in The Fat Damsel, Poems to Survive in, Aug 2017, issue 11, part 2

http://www.thefatdamsel.wordpress.com

 

 

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