Monthly Archives: October 2015

Eastern Lover

I listen to the East and become
unsettled. A sad anger
overtakes me. The wide black eyes
of Eastern women
become home and exile.

I dig deep into the past,
a time when we held
on to our struggles. Back then
shepherds carried their flutes,
literature censured false promises,
and the only warriors were idealists.

For the migrated birds,
nostalgia is an escape.

I choose to be hopeful
and listen to music
in my backroads travels.

I dream of reinventing self,
befriending rebels and lovers,
of leading the herd to the river.