Poem of the Week: “Creature of Time” | Fringe Arts – The Link

Poem of the Week: “Creature of Time”

“I know somewhere there are dimensions where you don’t”

Graphic Breea Kobernick

    “Creature Of Time”

    I will dictate where I live
    by the guidelines

    of cities un-besieged by tyranny and hunger
    handle the enthusiastic
    communist student flyer carefully
    knowing my Father
    would crumple it in his palm
    his eyes tired, they would close
    stumbling back to a street, somewhere
    in a city he never got to love again

    Creature of fear
    I will attempt the coming years
    mapping treasure hunts to
    passports that don’t get you stopped at borders and don’t
    threaten you with their promise

    someday you will be forced to come back

    Creature of longing
    Parents of parents, I hope someday
    I’m not the baby you held one afternoon and
    never saw again
    I hope you don’t remember me
    only in first steps,
    Stumbling on my own feet
    being chased away in laughter by
    childhood games of hide and seek,
    where you
    never found me again,
    where you
    dream through the nights of
    missing medicines,
    water shortages
    and electricity cuts
    dream amid the darkness, that I’m
    still hiding somewhere in your house

    Creature of running
    I know somewhere there are dimensions where you don’t
    measure your chances in life by migratory policy
    and you don’t
    pray for your grandfather not knowing
    what he looks like after the sickness
    pray for the rooms you once loved in houses, not knowing
    what’s in them anymore

    I know
    my mother fears
    one day there will be a grandchild she will
    only get to hold
    through foreign photographs
    like her mother has been cursed to before her, once
    I asked my father if he too
    had dreams, he whispered
    I want to go home

    Creature of chance
    The date and hours will determine
    what nations will be undone in what
    decades
    what strokes of luck will
    free you from a life of tragedy
    If you will be raised
    stateless or knowing a place in its glory
    How long you will
    Hold your grandchild in your arms
    when you will
    Set foot in your country again, whether you
    will live to write this.

    we do not choose when we are born
    I know this

    Creature of time
    Though I did not always
    know it

    Nov 7th/ 2019
    Mtl. 1st snow