The Courage to Smile
There is a geography which holds
That life is just in our hands
You destroy yourself if you don’t know
How to laugh through
Partially-coloured hours
For I am moved by the
Multitudes of your intelligence
Of your gifted sayings and sometimes
Returning with an
Open state of mind
I come to you in my night, your day
To tell you I don’t think
I want to win anything
I think I want to die unadorned
Unknown, for ever pure and innocent
There is a freedom which states
A glass of papaya juice
And back to work
For I wear my heart in my pocket
I don’t dare go down to the sidewalk
Where labor feels dirty
You know, I might as well
Leave a tiny poem
In that brain of yours and bid you my farewell
For I’ve been writing and ate
A poem on the way here
It’s been that kind of day
But thanks, to you I’ll keep
To always embrace things, people
Earth, sky, stars and do it freely
Since mortality insures
I don’t have an appropriate
Sense of time and space.
Wuji Seshat 