Hallway to Nowhere

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  • Preparation (Poem)

    Interaction does not come easily.

    Every conversation takes place in a foreign language.

    I make notes beforehand,

    To remind me what to ask and how to do so.

    I practice and rehearse

    And remember past exchanges.

    This is not because I do not care.

    I make this effort precisely

    Because I care indeed.

    But I remain a foreigner in this human terrain

    And find the ground often shifts in unpredictable perplexing ways.

  • What I Choose (Poem)

    “SO EVEN THOUGH WE FACE THE DIFFICULTIES OF TODAY AND TOMORROW,

    I STILL HAVE A DREAM”.

    I look around me to see

    The empty spaces once filled by all we’ve lost:

    People gone; land destroyed; dreams themselves dying,

    And wonder can we bear this cost?

    But I also pause to hear

    The many voices that sing out a common song:

    Notes of lamentation, but woven with threads of laughter and hope,

    And remember that love remains strong.

    There can be all manner of destruction and devastation,

    But I will not forget the outstretched hands, the kind acts, and the courage of community.

  • Skeletons (Poem)

    We are all living with rattling skeletons

    That come to us from multiples lives.

    (Not just our personal one but those of the different spaces we inhabit-

    Land, religion, culture, gender, species and countless other such.)

    The question becomes,

    What do we do with these and all they represent?

    Some choose to acknowledge them,

    Make friends, and even dance.

    Others pretend not even to see their existence,

    Or stuff them in the cellars to shift and creak.

    Many spend their years running in fear

    From the certain voice (deep within)

    That we are all speeding towards a mirror.

    And when we gaze into this, we will see?

    Skeletons gazing back.

    Have you learned to dance yet?