We Know Who We Were
We know who we were,
as for now, do we know who we are?
We ask the right questions,
the few answers we find,
we mull over, debate.
Wish I could waken from sleep,
find words to crust a tune.
Sail out in a boat on the ocean
to slay the kraken with my light rod,
my radiant harpoon.
Away from the civilized confusion,
the traffic hoot and hum.
Attend to the silence only passing winds disturb.
Back to wood, stone and water,
to bird song in the green wood I come.
We know how we were,
as for now, do we know how we are?
I move my hand over the uncultivated land,
the unharvested ocean.
Wish I could breathe in deep like a whale,
pipe out high like a dolphin,
swim free of shackle, no fortune to fail.
poem by Philip Dodd for the Best Six Poets Project
painting by Fati Tomaera-Gabellini
Why wear a band to hold back your hair?
Why is it green, not red, black or blue?
Why do you stand at the half open door?
Does the room you look in belong to you?
Is that pain peeled back in your eyes?
At whom do you stare?
The one you intrude upon,
are you afraid in his glance
you will see nothing there?
Time to douse the candle flame,
the ink pot has run dry.
The scribe almost ends the tale,
at least he had a try.
Who was it who sat in the chair,
painted the painting on the screen?
The mind demands answers,
wonders what it all could mean.
It is the colour of leaf and grass,
seems to be a good sign,
the band you wear to hold back your hair,
to keep your steps in line.