The Irreversible Word
By Ekiwah Adler Beléndez
In endless seas of words I struggle,
barnacles of distraction
cling idle to my boat.
Me alone with my images
like fish riding on the water
or coral reefs deep below the surface.
I pull on the oars,
but why do I struggle if I know
I will never reach the shore?
My poem still incomplete, I am a bird
knowing I will never reach the sun's round perfection.
Why then do I struggle
trying to weave these threads of words?
Beyond, beyond, always beyond
sailing to the horizon,
no boundaries on the sea nor in the sunlit sky.
My journey is always beginning,
that in itself keeps me content.
If one day I reach the shore
or fly like a phoenix to meet the source of light
or make my poem complete
and weave my words into a cloak of patterns
and go back to the Irreversible Word
from which all words came forth,
then I'd be silent
for fear of staining
the delicate silk of its totality.
In the meantime here I come!
pulling on the oars,
and there's plenty of songs
to keep me going.
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