It was an island surrounded
By itself
Where a wall invited
Two wanderers
To be
The moon was still round
When the flat land took shape
Joyful and in laughter
Tearful in regret
To let go
Bare feet on old stones
Learn to balance hope
In promise of new roads
Yet knowing they can’t take
To continue
… And that island remains
Now surrounded by sea
Where he tide of time
Once learned to stay still
To celebrate
September 11, 2021
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2021
PS/ I was reading verses from Iranian born now British academic Kamand Kojouri. These lines inspired me to look back:
“Forget your voice, sing!Forget your feet, dance!
Forget your life, live!
Forget yourself and be!”
