How shall I name
The unspeakable, that within me hides
as a bird’s nest in my chest? And in that nest
Not an egg, but a caterpillar. Something beautiful
Will fly away from it one day, but until then
How shall I name
The unimaginable? That which seeks music to hum,
And in that music the rhyme and rhythm of ancient
Cultures, not mine. I am the forgotten
Child in the bush, the one that searched
For meaning in the carvings of woodworms,
Roaming the land as an orphan citizen
But always looking for the forgotten treasure left
By the ones who owned the land
How shall I name
The treasure I never found?
The wisdom I gathered while searching?
The parts of my soul I left behind,
Scattered over several nations?
Ina Vandebroek (12/7/14)
