I look for people who bear and bore
Witness to the truth
Century upon century
Time upon once forgotten time
So hard to find
But once found, well…
That’s why I sit
Pen in hand
And see, feel, dream
Maybe someone, someday will find me
If a word can survive
Passing through the shade of one short
Dark burning night
To some clear, distant morning
And in the finding, understand.
(Previously published in Boloji, Apr.2003; Other Voices International Project, Apr.2006)
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