A SUN-DRENCHED ELSWHERE
"Now more than ever do I realize that I will never be content with a sedentary life, that I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere."---Isabelle Eberhardt
Sometime soon, I must swing down
from my sundown hammock,
get back to those unpasted pictures.
Albums have more life here than I need.
They can be nagging, flogging,
their bursting sunshine smiles nailing
time and love in sun-drenched elsewhere:
there, a place for lost seashells,
here, a cliff to dive into lost memories from.
Where have they all gone? Or faded into?
These walls are blank now,
where they hung mute on nailed frames.
Where shall I go from here when shadows
would no longer grow tall?
Will I even be able to talk to mottled walls?
I must go back somehow to a sun-drenched
refuge, wherever elsewhere
they have frozen into these dead pictures,
carrion of wonder in yellowed album pages.
Where have they gone, what place
awaits to return the days I have yet to shape?
I must find that one sun-drenched place
that haunts me now and see you
there before I abscond into those shadows.
---ALBERT B. CASUGA