Friday, September 16, 2016

POEM: "Calling"


Across the oceans
in my country
morning dawns bright.

The sunlight
fractures the leaves.
Our eyes gleam.

Has love given me
this thick fog
reaching for your hand?

Fort da, fort da
fall so we will rise.
I am close.

© 2013 Rob Schackne

1 comment:

  1. Truly, "the renunciation of instinctual satisfaction" is in neither one of our interests; but you may read more about this Fort Da (the child's "great cultural achievement") here: