That generous invitation of yours, Hiro… it explains so much, and opens portals. I’ve never experienced poetry in this interactive way before. I love it. Line after line, Surprises jump out and playfully yell, “Peekaboo! Betcha didn’t know I was here…”
Erika Harris´s last post … President Obama’s Nobel Peace Prize Acceptance Speech

I wish I knew the answer to your question.
And I wish I didn’t know — so very well –
the asking of it.

May I come and sit with you?

Fatherless children often get
distracted mamas, too.
It’s an irony that teaches us
the dark wisdom of Void.

We are a special breed, Rahula.
Raw and unfinished in many ways
as our journey began with extra mystery
and less assurance.

But what if we get to fill in those spaces
with the stuff of our liking?
What if we swap denied paternity
for Endowed Possibility?

We can claim a star system as our heritage!
Or an ocean floor. Maybe we’d prefer
a coconut grove? Or a seraphim’s symphony?

We get to choose. To create. To complete
our unfinished parts.

What if our fathers didn’t leave us
but left immense room for us

to become whole and perfect…
to compost the bastard effect…
to let the saline of tears and sweat
mineralize our soul

and grow our own hardy fruit
able to endure hard frosts.

Flee that palace if you want,
because Paradise is wherever
you set your precious lil’ feet.
Erika Harris´s last post … President Obama’s Nobel Peace Prize Acceptance Speech