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 ----- ---------- ------------- ---------------- ------------ - October 2022, unpublished poem (c) Omer Tarin 2022