Who I am I Who

Who Am I?

Somnambulant and severed-
Somewhere half way between reality and fiction
in the hazy space between what I’ve come to know as
this crazy world this world without edges
this feathered face of mine

lost in penumbra.

Sifar knows-
in his feline wisdom
he’s figured it out
his place

and the pulsing call
of seagulls
and the ragged rosebush
dreaming of water

and norah whose voice
speaks a tenor so
natural
and effortless
so infused with nothing-
nothing more than what it is

-ARK, December 2005


Who I Am

When reality and fiction merge,
And the haze between spaces
Lifts;
When the folds of this lost man’s being
Begin their journey,
Hand-in-hand,
Stitched whole by hyphen,

Found in penumbra.

Sifar could never know-
Whose feline existence,
Trapped in singularity,
Wanders the wedges of this world,
Driven into life’s gloomy shadows.

While the haunting call
Of my ancestors,
And histories written,
And those yet to be…

And norah whose voice
Speaks no tenor at all,
A voice that revels
In uncertainty,
Finds meaning in flaneur,
And charts its wayward journey
By the ever-changing stars.

-ARK March 2007