Somewhere in Paraguay someone or something
Has reached out and touched my words - take
That Emily Dickinson - and I’m still alive yet
Take solace - not a penny have I earned - and
Truth be told - the words come from the ether
The very strength of the clouds - of oxygen
Linked to humanity - so Emily take solace -
Your shoulders I stand on - the very dirt where
You decompose - I visited once long ago - a hop
Away from a conference - that demanded obedience
Promised hope sprawled out in pamphlets long
Gone
And so I carry your words - I must wait hundreds
Of years to learn - so let me rest and wait to be recalled