Maybe when aeons of rivers
flow down
to the sea, maybe when lightyears
of time
stand ripened, rippling in
the autumn sun,
when gallons and gallons of
hymns and homes
are blown out embers, landfilled
out of town
when fathoms of feet have
trampled stations
maybe then, maybe then?
maybe then…
Maybe when memories turn
blue black, grown
into the sky, fade inward to
smoke and grime,
maybe when the weight of
stories equals millions,
when miles and miles of
birds and biomes
slink out slowly, escape
this long lockdown
to love again - always an
affliction,
maybe then, maybe then? maybe
then…
I hope so. I really hope so...
ReplyDeleteYeah, me too.
DeleteHari OM
ReplyDelete...if only... YAM xx
Has to be...sometime.. <3
DeleteNo maybe - we'll have to.
ReplyDeleteI guess. 'Gotta do what we gotta do!'
DeleteWe will have to leave our lockdowns eventually, and brave our "brave new worlds".
ReplyDeleteYup, hiding away is not going to miraculously solve anything.
DeleteI'm hoping for sooner rather than later...
ReplyDeleteI'm not even sure of what exactly it is I'm hoping. No clue on the time frame either. Just wish for an end to the misery.
Deletemaybe
ReplyDeleteOh your poem covers the perhaps? the yearnings? the questions?
thank you for this poem
Anytime! :) Too many questions and not enough answers is my problem just at the mo.
DeleteQuestions with no answers is a curse that takes us forward because there is no going back. Beautiful words, frightening possibilities, and hope filled dreams! You've captured the moment...
ReplyDeleteThere truly is no going back...
DeleteHope is that thing with feathers...it sustains us. Just came across from reading your FB post on your mum. That was adorable with the third eye. Whatever it is, we mothers have an instinct that cannot be explained.
ReplyDelete(((hugs)))