Looking Back

CATEGORY

Yes, we’ve scaled

the mountain top;

no longer the children

of Sisyphus—we’re

descending to the valley

of a promised land.

We’ve arrived

where we must still

sow seeds swollen

with the pregnancy

of our eternity:

freedom planted—

blooming liberation.

Come chained children

chasing doubtful dreams deferred;

come—cultivating crude clods

of the promise land;

come—scattering

sowed sweet seminal seeds

of our eternity.

Like roaring running rivers

between their banks—

cascading to sea—let us too,

keep freedom flowing free.