LIFELINE (TRAVEL NOTES)

I
started
in a corner
all snug and cozy
with our prison grammar.

Branded a slave,
I heard many a hard story,
spelling us into the vast expanse
Yet, even there, in the Wilderness
with sand between my teeth

I still viewed the Book of Exodus
just a piece of fiction torn from a cover
thrown into the Sirocco and the Khamaseen.
Where or when I crossed over
I can’t tell you.

Couldn’t describe the sea of reeds
if I tried, didn’t mark the spot,
which matters little since you must
find your own way
to write home.

PUBLISHED IN NEOLOGISM POETRY JOURNAL, ISSUE # 89, OCTOBER 2024