Seven years old, in my jigsaw world map
I saw the west coast of Africa
fit neatly beside Brazil
despite the expanse of ocean
that correctly came between
in broken blue.
Years later in a college lecture room
I discovered continental drift,
plate tectonics, theories of biogeography
and instantly understood.
Now, sifting through photographs
I see your distant face:
Africa to my Brazil.
previously published in Curlew magazine
unneeded(?) puzzle piece for Weekend Wordsmith
11 comments:
oh i absolutely love this.. it is so perfect,, and such a good bargaining tool when dealing with biblical literalists.... bravo!!!!
I'm not surprised it was published!
Wonderfully awesome.
Here, subtlety lends such a great impact. (I gasped at the end.) An impressive compact poem, from the title to the first line to the last: a complete piece, a whole. ;)
wow ... love this a whole lot!
This is deep and so beautiful. I loved the last line, "Africa to my Brazil."
Just perfect.
T
This is wonderful!
Vision poem, using scale to express the depth of your feeling, a kind of microcosm macrocosm poem, beautifully executed so that the last line sings,
A beautiful poem on a blog full of wonderful words -:) This says an awful lot in few words, with shape as the defining element.
Neat - two continents merging - a powerful thought, beautifully executed :-)
love how the title says everything. and "africa to my brazil" - perfect!
yes--the cycle...excellent close.:)
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