Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Swahili,
I never learned Swahili
in the American marketplace
bankers, Realtors and lawyers
pundits, corporations and dissidents
oh my,

who would I be now without
Siddhartha egging me on
into my heart of darkness?

thieves rescued me and hunters
wounded me, the prey elusive
in their infrared sight, I loved them
all, but not later

I was a Nomad foraging through
deep roots, hacking off words
that seemed superfluous, I stood
on the edge,
a woman of strawberries.

Watch me fall again.

Taste me.

I've read this a number of times and can't claim to know exactly where you've gone here, but of course that isn't important, not to me at least...i care more about the tugging on my coattail to look deeper......I like the question you pose from Hesse's story and the Heart of Darkness could be a reference to Joseph Conrad's book..... much to consider here........the last two lines are great ......