I have always lived with my brothers of race,

every day, night, month, and seasons of the year,

with words, hugs, slaps, and kisses.

The diversity I have encountered has been so great,

in true, among them, I have improved my qualities,

but, with some, have needed to sharpen my claws,

sometimes necessary in self-defense, threatening

and dangerous as they have become.

I have wet the road with tears and sweat,

have always looked to the horizon with joy

and fearlessness, sometimes with doubt and distrust.

I have fought the good fight, and, coherent to the human

that lives within me, have reaped victories and defeats,

without rancor or hatred, have lived and let live.

May this walk be a preview of a future one,

that lies before me,

which faces me as an incognito.

However, the greatest of all incognito is what

we are living with since we are born into this world,

to which, as far as I know, have had no warning

or prior preparation, even any consent.

We are, in truth, nothing more than a tribe or nation,

launched into the adventure of a universe under construction,

not more than a part, nor even its main one.  

This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©