GOD'S HOME
In my childhood
I saw many gods
With their red wide eyes
Full of threats.
My days passed by
Like a scared chicken
Thrown into the corner of domesticity.I did not raise my eyes to face them eye-to-eye.
They were in my head
As well as in thought's soft stage
And standing still in my path of vision.I was not unhappy,
Walking behind them, but at times,
I longed for a walk on the horizon
Away from their kingdom.
The thirst for freedom
Loomed in my burning breast.
Copyright © Adel Gorgy 2013 Photograph Sacred Rhythm
Cross-Cultural Communications Art & Poetry Series Broadsides # 58
