Poem: A freedom

 

This Being entails a new form,

That diverges from some ancient norm;

 

It has existed since time began,

Ever since the universe ran

Like a poor clockwork

With a semi-precise staccato,

Beating out a tempo, tap-tap,

Listlessly bound to the repetitive modes,

Long lines of pilgrims, trudging on the roads;

 

On a rock basking in the sun,

a little lizard observes the trailing dust,

it dwells upon the mutability of life, longings,

vanity and lust;

 

I, too, observe the scene,

Passing by on this screen

Of Presence;

 

No longer captive

I can be lizard and man,

Together, in the selfsame span. 

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- October 2022, unpublished poem (c) Omer Tarin 2022