Numb
Numb
Don't worry everything's just fine.
It kinda feels like cheating
to sit and write a poem
right after visiting a place
where the spirits can roam free;
a space where breath and time
cease to be of any concern.
But now I'm walking the streets
in the company of troubled people,
forgetting I am one of them.
I hear a man saying,
I'm just trying to change
how it is I'm feeling.
I want to be numb.
When I leave the city
for a week, a day, an hour,
or just one minute,
upon I returning,
I too want to go numb.
Presence isn't about
climbing a mountain
to watch the eagles soar.
It's about going somewhere
I don't ever want to go,
and about keeping company
with those who disturb me,
while doing what's mine to do
in the mud of living poetry.
When you're in survival mode,
you numb yourself.
~ Clemantine Wamariya
