The Turmoil of Diaspora
Second crack at a poem

Trying to finish up a humorous piece, but I’m posting this in the meantime. Some stream of consciousness and free association. What’s it mean? I dunno. You tell me.


Decades of wrong-footed wandering in the wilds.

God’s poor GPS signal or our ineptitude?

I thought we had a map?

I’m drawing it with crayons as we go.

 

Solipsistic meandering.

We’re lost.

Yes, dear, we know.

Such poor company

dull

and pointing out the obvious.

 

Grass, rope-like and grasping

clutching tentacles

pulling, tripping, slowing

redefining infinity.

I’m tired.

Shall we leave you behind?

No. But you’re going to anyway

if you can.

 

Journeying to or fleeing from?

It makes a difference you know.

Does it?

Uncertainty makes for panicked hurrying

to nowhere.

I want to go home.

Sorry, it’s not on our itinerary.

That’s okay,

it never really existed anyway.

 

Footsteps playing hide and go seek.

Where can we rest?

Wherever you want

but we can’t promise comfort.

And we’re not waiting.

I’ll keep walking, thanks.

 

New vistas ahead?

No, just tired reruns.

In every direction

old footprints

in churned sand

leading nowhere in particular.

Does it even matter anymore?

 

Let’s find a hill.

I want to see a virgin horizon,

the promise of open miles

instead of dusty shadows in a valley

we never leave.

To breathe fresher air once before we die.

You know there will be a taller vision-blocking hill;

you’ll see.

 

Your glacial pace

and incessant stumbling

would mean exile from this exile

if we had a say.

I’m sorry. It could be different tomorrow.

Hah! Hope is not a fungible commodity.

I know.

You spent yours long ago on frivolities.

I don’t think it mattered

then or now.

Probably not.

Let’s just walk

while we can.

 

Here’s one other poem I’ve done.


Photo courtesy of Alex Szymanek

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11 thoughts on “The Turmoil of Diaspora
Second crack at a poem

    1. Sean D. Layton

      Hi Bojana, how are you?

      I think the trick is to go where we want to — if we can find where that is — instead of being told where our destination should be. But experience tells me I’m a terrible guide at times.

  1. I love it! I read it as about mankind trying to get somewhere, losing the way, getting confused, walking in circles, drawing the map on the way. The question – answer style makes it more alive.

    I have no idea why the “Like” button takes forever to load — it seems I can’t “like” this post. But I do like it — very much!

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