EPILOGUE

"I imagine myself in the New World
with Christopher Columbus
for the first time,"

(he mused the following year,
recalling the events at Roy-au-mont)

"A symphony of sounds,
of colors,
of smells,
of desires,
and of hopes.

Then I imagine myself
on the moon
with the astronauts,

and all I see
is gray,
dust,
and barren rocks,

and the earth I long for

is far
out of reach..."


Achirri Ishmael
7 November, 2009