Perhaps
Morning gives to afternoon
Time to tuck away dreams, desire,
inner being
Corporeal gravity of transparent
routines, anemic rituals
Rain, Spring returns from exile
Sucks on Aprils nipples
Thunder claps, falling waters
Herd us against each other
Repelling most in hurried flight for
home
Where we are absolutely safe
From nothing
Witness those drowning
In the empty vessels of themselves
Oh this day would be dull, boring
Were it not for the occasional flash
Of bright umbrellas
One, the colour red
To remind us
We are
My umbrella is a tent
I a nomad
Wandering through this village
Not quite sure of how to conduct
myself
By chance, design?
We come upon each other
Relief
The solitude of two
Too soon it is time
You must go
I shall wait
Beauty is stubborn
Perhaps it will rain tomorrow
Copyright Moe Seager from the collection We Want Everything. Onslaught press 2015
Seager founded and hosts Angora Poets (Paris) World Café,100 Thousand Poets for Change Paris and is one of the coordinators for le Fédération des Poètes Paris.
He has 5 collections of poetry and currently publishes with Onslaught press, Oxford, U.K. Other poetry collections are issued from the French Ministry of Culture –
Dream Bearers,1990.
One World, Cairo Press –in Arabic translation, 2004
We Want Everything in French translation, les Temps des Cirises, Paris, 1994
Perhaps, La Maison de la Poesie, Grenoble, France, 2006
Fishermen and Pool Sharks Busking editions, London, 1992
Additionally Seager won a Golden Quill Award (USA) for investigative journalism,1989 and received an International Human Rights award from the Zepp foundation, 1990.
He teaches writing in Paris.
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