is round. And I slid down
and rode the Equator carousel.
European streets with shutters on windows
and the smell of garlic
Paris sunshine, filtered into glory
by prismatic Notre Dame windows.
in English countryside
where I went seeking Avalon.
Cerulean Greek seas.
Mediterranean sunshine liquid
on my skin.
Old mountains worn down by time.
The scent of snow on prescient autumn mornings.
in secret gardens.
And later —
drowsing in the wilderness.
Wide African sky.
Heraldic geckoes clinging to walls,
the sleeping poison of snakes dreaming with open eyes.
the Indian Ocean breakers
thundering on ancient sand.
Water in the desert, making the cactus bloom
through white bones on the dunes.
Death and life, as always.
Shells that speak of ocean to the ear and the heart.
Caveman paintings on rock walls.
The roar of traffic.
My worlds collide.
Zulu warriors with assegais step out of
huts woven from grass, and change
into Chanel-suited Parisiennes, and change
into half-remembered mythical shapes
riding horses borrowed
from the Apocalypse — and change
into familiar faces always waving
always waving goodbye.
Another journey yawns
to welcome me,
always searching for home.
[Ed. Note: Sixth part of a 10-part poem. « Beginning | « Previous | Next »]
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Alma Hromic, the author with R. A. Deckert of Letters from the Fire, was born in Novi Sad, Yugoslavia. Trained as a microbiologist, she spent some years running a scientific journal, and later worked as an editor for an international educational publisher. Her own publishing record includes her autobiography, Houses in Africa, The Dolphin's Daughter and Other Stories, a bestselling book of three fables published by Longman UK in 1995, as well as numerous pieces of short fiction and non-fiction. Her last novel, the first volume of a fantasy series, Changer of Days: The Oracle, was published in September 2001 by Harper Collins. Hromic is an essential member of Swans. She maintains her own Web site (with Deck Deckert) where she provides information about her work and the professional services she offers: ButterknifeBooks.com
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