Breakthrough

Breakthrough There have been between me and poetry a wall, not a puny Israeli war that future Palestinians will use as building material, I mean proper Walls like the Chinese wall and now I'm nearing a breakthrough. Will a vista of beauty open up on the other side? Of talking trees sweet-smelling flowers and thorny bushes who pricks me sensually, apes who I can converse with, or will a being tell me what I have long suspected, you are not a poet just a man who likes to write. If I were a snake, I could leave myself behind but it doesn`t work that way, wherever I go, what my mind see, can`t be erased by a view of a reborn person.