#offthegrid
I travelled the Mediterranean coast
when I was young
Such a beautiful landscape
Carefully carved from stone
Castles and cathedrals
Extravagantly designed
The marriage of man and divinity
In a Jubilee ancient time
Unfortunately
The ghost of my ethnicity
No long prevails
If there’s no forest or rivers
I call that hell
I’ll take the winter
I’ll wait for the season to change
Find me not in any city
Nor any kind of desert terrain
Out here is where I’ll stay!
Jul 14, 2024
Jul 14, 2024 at 12:57 PM UTC
I saw him the first time walking the other way
He was a lightly singed darkish-skinned man with a tight face
A rope of a body without hint of it being a weary day
And I wondered if what I saw was true
He looked so out of place
He wore an Indian headdress and not much else
It couldn’t have been any more perfect
Him walking East and me driving West
I knew it would be different later when the sun set
I want to ask him if I was describing someone he knew
But maybe I’m better off wondering
The rituals of the past must be adorned each day
He walks holy ground upon the concrete of our disgrace
There is no haste or urgency for him to change his way
And I wondered if what I saw was true
He looked so out of place
He wore the look of a riverbed starving for ice that melts
His face was matted by tears tired of regret
But his feet never knew the meaning of rest
No matter how high in the hot red sky the sun would get
I want to ask him if I was describing someone he knew
But maybe I’m better off wondering
Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 12:38 PM UTC