Poetry by Farah Lawal Harris

Incognito


at night, i feel hesitant
about the confines
of tomorrow’s business suit.
i’d rather be barefoot
or better yet swimming,
traveling laps as i count
the waves of the sea.
but we don’t always get what we want,
do we?
my pinstripes are jail stripes
and i wish to break free
but it’s hard to wave goodbye to benefits
with today’s economy.
so to my cubicle cell i report early in the morning,
knowing that the stars will soon come
and i will join my nebulous family
in the galaxy–
we will soar past impossibility,
bursting in the heavenly skies to be seen
by everybody.
right now i am discrete
as to not alert those around
that they have a comet in their midst.
i keep a low profile, smiling politely
all the while knowing that when evening comes
i might be flying…
in my dreams i am climbing,
eyes closed because even i
am not yet adjusted to the shining.
i am stepping on the footstools of regularity,
grabbing onto the rope of extraordinary,
making my home high up in the atmosphere
and saying goodbye to everything
that rests here.

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2 responses

  1. It is difficult to live two separate states of being, but also sort of delicious. Again, you let me identify, help me to see more clearly, and hug myself for being here.

    Thank You,

    Elizabeth

    October 22, 2008 at 2:40 am

  2. Well said, and sometimes only in a jail can we really appreciate freedom. Thanks again for a wonderful thought for today.

    October 22, 2008 at 1:49 pm

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