Happy New Me!

Sorry about yesterday Joseph, sorry everyone! And Happy New Year! Would like to have met you all at the party but I just wasn’t myself. You really wouldn’t have wanted to talk to me. Anyway, I feel better now. I’ve been having sessions, writing again, searching for my real self. I feel like I’m back to life. It’s the new year and a whole new world. I wrote a poem to celebrate.

Our Earth, Our Body

The Sun.
It is our life-giving semen.
Whales.
They are our singing conscience.
Flowers.
They are our flirtatious eyes.
Bees.
They are our imprisoned thoughts, trapped in the cells of the hive.

Trees.
They are our lungs.
The Nile.
It is our teeming womb.
The hunted, haunted Tiger.
It is our righteous anger.
Death.
It is part of the holy cycle.

Rain.
It is our infected blood.
The Rhino.
It is our pounding, pounding legs, ever seeking freedom.
The larks at break of day.
They are our tongues. The ‘sportsman’ has shot them down.
But my sad poem is like a fly caught in the spider’s web.

Our body is wounded.