Shoes Left Under A Tree

 

 

 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!”