A Long Time to Come
I began this poem in May 2016.
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A Long Time To Come
We may have left,
But we have not gone.
When the storms come, they disrupt everything their path.
Disrupt: from the Latin
Disrumpere
First translated
“Broken apart.”
The storms come, and as soon as they touch down
They are set to fulfill their destiny:
Disrumpere.
They break apart, they fracture, they split, they breach; they turn on heads.
The storms come, and they cover everything.
Land and sea,
Man and beast,
Hammer and nail.
When the storms come,
They envelop,
They know the past and tell the future
They are music and they are silence,
They are the sentence and they are the image,
They are the left and the right,
They are the snow, and they are the sand.
When the storms come,
It is difficult to see beyond your hand
In front of you.
But by studying the hand you quickly find
It has texture, and grain, and its lines weave and dance.
The storms come, and
We find cover.
Rain,
Dis
Hail,
Rum
Sleet,
Pere.
When the storms have left,
You study your hand again:
You cannot see your fingers, or your fist.
Only its texture, and grain, and its weaving and dancing lines.
____________________
A Long Time To Come
We may have left,
But we have not gone.
When the storms come, they disrupt everything their path.
Disrupt: from the Latin
Disrumpere
First translated
“Broken apart.”
The storms come, and as soon as they touch down
They are set to fulfill their destiny:
Disrumpere.
They break apart, they fracture, they split, they breach; they turn on heads.
The storms come, and they cover everything.
Land and sea,
Man and beast,
Hammer and nail.
When the storms come,
They envelop,
They know the past and tell the future
They are music and they are silence,
They are the sentence and they are the image,
They are the left and the right,
They are the snow, and they are the sand.
When the storms come,
It is difficult to see beyond your hand
In front of you.
But by studying the hand you quickly find
It has texture, and grain, and its lines weave and dance.
The storms come, and
We find cover.
Rain,
Dis
Hail,
Rum
Sleet,
Pere.
When the storms have left,
You study your hand again:
You cannot see your fingers, or your fist.
Only its texture, and grain, and its weaving and dancing lines.