In The Land of Opportunities

Lost in strange darkness and spent
I plunge my feet in and out of the sand
As my instincts drag me here and there
Alone, with only my homeland's music in my head.

I'm stranded in the desert
Far from the blanket of fake modernity,
Seeking other alien footrprints like mine
To find some shred of warm familiarity.

Footprints erased into oblivion
By the wind that carries my tune
Away and back like flickering fireflies
Under these starless moonlit skies.

The melody that now echoes in the air
Pulls me further into the blackness
Till I find myself moving to the rhythm of foreigness
In a round dance with other familiar srangers.

We find home again through this sensually vulgar beat,
For a few moments we feel relieved and complete
As we whirl around the fire of longing our souls create
Like pagans paying homage to Brigit.

And I wonder, as dawn creeps above the dunes,
If I'll ever reclaim my sense of belonging
In this land where we buy success
With the crushing price of loneliness.


Copyright © 2008 Daisy Tchiftjian