I did not come on a midnight train
and not on a barge.
I cannot make it sound like the chains
that Africa cut loose to be free
on ships that no storm could devour.
I had not stolen a kiss from the snake,
and I did not fall out
of my mother's womb.
If I had dreamt,
it was not the golden dream
of any rush to fame or fortune.
I could not have rushed;
I was stalled on the rack of time
between two seas
that howled endlessly.
Copyright 1996 by Ali Zarrin
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