Tell us

Photo: Laila Neihoum

Tell us

In the dark alleys of surfing

 the aura of the missed land

I wish for an illuminated keyboard

with an umbrella to shade

 the day light off my laptop mentor

When losing the ability to touch them.

Tell us about distances

About that oceanic darkness.

Just tell us if what you have done

other than kilometers and miles,

was mere elastic elevations.

If an ant walks your thread of longing

for a century, would not last to the beginning.

Tell us if you would consider

drawing a painting on the

map of continents lost and found.

or on virtual routes of migrated thoughts,

when paralleled hearts never see eye to eye.

Let me utter and articulate

those pleas of throbbing entities,

of volatile Whisperers in need.

That door once ajar, now three quarters inviting,

hesitation was the herd of exaggerated politeness.

Let the leopard, the bard and the shaman

slither inside the orbit of transit policies

as we replace home for a shadow,

for a static, phobic and disciplined new home.

Laila Neihoum

Clovis CA 2010