A lonely man is going down the street, mumbling. At this moment, the lonely man doesn’t care who sees him, what they think.
The lonely man is floating down on the flood within him. There are no walls around him or anyone, now.
He’s going so fast that God is out of breath, trying to keep up with him.
People guess he must be too lonely even to talk to himself.
Only he knows he is not alone; that somebody’s coming, running after him. Listening to him.
One Day You Will by Gagan Gill Translated by Arlene Zide and the Poet
One day you will
kill her in
your dream
and get up
shuddering
Your hands will be smeared with blood
and the tap will flow
one day
in another life
One day rattled,
you’ll tell a lie
and the rails will topple
a train full of people
One day you will go
on that holy mountain of yours
and beneath your feet
there’ll be a dead bird
One day you’ll lean your head
into the mirror
and it will refuse
your face
One day you’ll read
a mysterious old script
and the earth
will leap out of orbit
One day you’ll have arrived
at the assembly of the gods
ready with all the answers
and won’t be asked a single question
This
is how God will treat you
one day.
