Nowadays a vast Calm overtakes, like the shadow of a hawk swooping down on my anger; one opening tumbles into another, each one revealing new insights about who I have always been.
We won’t ever know
why The Force
plays this Homecoming Game.
Such a road I have traveled, with lying noises in my head, like garbage floating on a mountain stream. A mother who pushed for the perfect man, Harvard for the motorcycle queen, a bank job queer for this poet, chatting debutantes “looking good is feeling good”, sex being overrated with companionship faded, running more to make it more, making more to fake it more, and then one day everything broke….
For a long time…
No clue, just clouds
And more rain
down my cheeks
I was the last to pray, when a Guide took my harness, and walked this horse backwards
out of ditches,
out of glitches,
out the old neighborhood,
and my religion,
then suddenly
IGNITION!
A black snake spiraled up my spine, “Hissing” down seventy-two thousand waterways of my heart, so I can love again, in or out of Venice.
I don’t know who is in charge, but skies are clearing..
~ Kambiz Naficy
