Rebirth

I was asleep in a dream full of nightmares

and ate scraps of hope, milled in the impersonal

and mechanical time machine.

Scraps that fed me to be no more than a dry tree,  

struggling to break free and unravel from roots 

that held me to the ground.

I prevailed over fate that once deceived me,

and now walk and will spread my life around. 

I wish to distemper, hallucinate, and extrapolate,

horrifying who has enchanted and eluded me

in that dark and deaf land, that was not mine.

I will go, doubtlessly a renewed man, in search

not of a drop of water but of one rain that rains

thunder and lightning, maybe even the deluge

that has baptized our era.

I will reap fruits that, blessed by my hands

and hard a toil,  

will surely make me more and more strong.

I will make love to my wife in sheets of soft Chinese silk,

and we will be asleep in a bed of fragrant Lebanon woods.

Not that I deserve more than Moses,

who only had a glimpse of the Promised Land,

but, of this new one, that I am to conquer,

I will take secure and lasting possession.

(Written on May 11th, 2015)