Older than Thou
As I have alluded the Holiday of Justice was a unique and wonderful.
I will not squeeze the chilled set of awesome experiences into a laundry
list of "done"s, but a couple of tales demand the telling. However, they
wont really encapsulate the most unique part of the holiday- the part
that has stayed and grown in me- the feeling of being in the incredible
and very different civilisational space that is Egypt. Reflecting on the
thoughts and feelings that flowed around me there I wrote this poem.
"Older than thou"
They seem to shout in sultry silence.
Eras have gone and the blood of their construction
Has passed with generations.
Ideologies now clash where the beating heart
Long silenced, once pulsed with the rythm of the Sun.
It is raw like summers glare, this new vision.
Seeks not to imitate the land of my forbears
But speaks in absolutes that comfort, guide and frighten.
Its sober tongue pleases my ear with melody
Though my heart and mind are not tuned for such a message
I wonder if they are waiting to be found
Or in finding, are they waiting for wonder?
Renunciation of sin or self? Of wandering or world?
These ancient walls too high for me to stand atop
And judge with even hands the kindness of the other.
To find only endings of stories long told
Is to forget the land of experience and origination.
Fed by an older Nile, it flows unrestrained
To the ancient shifting sands whose banks offer a canvass
Upon which we will paint the young minds of tomorrow.


