Nothing I’ve come to see brought me as far
As I had thought it would — what silly thought!
For I’m forever here where I began,
Locked for eternity in this cradle —
That empty space of birth where I belong.
Never could I travel so long or wide,
As to find a new place away from me.
I live and get busy like in a dream,
But home is immobile — a dreamer’s mind
From where it is impossible to leave.
So this is my cherished destination,
To where I time and again longed to be.
I thought I left a thousand times before
But had been still at home unknowingly,
Had reached my paradise before journey began.
So now I will not part again and roam
Amongst far lands and promises that fail.
I’ll be simply a humble home keeper,
With all my travels and activities
Kept here at bay and safe in that cradle.
And if I may be blessed with some delight,
I will not make it mine — what impudence!
The twitches I may own but not the peace;
For my home is too broad to be enclosed,
Laughter too wild for an identity.
Text and photo by Alain Joly
– Voices from Silence (other poems from the blog)