There are towers in the other side of the world.
The mortals over there – how did they cross
this sea of wilderness?
While I am wondering if I have to swim, you’re in it
already, proving your resistance to water.
It is computer age – a boy now knows
more than a bean cake.
I know Eden when I see one.
Daughter of Zion, it was here your mother
drown her past – river of the unnamed.
Swim – swim to where dreams grow
without fear of fate.
By the written words, nothing shall stop you.
I am not saying you can’t miss your way.
To get lost is to learn the way.
Wait for me at the other end
because I am a mere mortal – dust –
a handiwork work – of a porter.
Nice rhythm, great perspective. You have lines in this poem that are poignant and resonant — resistance to water, river of the unnamed, where dreams go without fear of fate, to get lost is to learn the way. Powerful guiding poem — thank you!
Jrturek, I’m most grateful for your thought on this poem. Cheers!