I’VE BEEN ABSENT FROM ME

I've been absent from me.

In other spheres that agitate me,
beyond the predictable human sight.
Countless voices enquire me,
and, oh, so many longings lead me
to wander. Investigate.

I’ve been absent from me.

Something rejoices, and something else laments.
There is no explanation to it.
Nature is its own creation
and feels no need to ponder.
I am saying this as I return to myself.

I’ve been absent from me.

Seeking stories to tell you,
Legends of silent people and places
Dreaming as this humble poet is.
Forgive, thus, the lack and lapse.
Accept these fragrant stanzas:

Rare flowers I picked in my trip.

© Jean-Pierre Barakat