Invincible summer |||

A golden age

your greatness too immense
and Marcus my defenceless tears

Zbigniew Herbert

I don’t know and it doesn’t matter 
if there was ever an age of light and learning. 
Mine is ended.

I pursued letters across the floor, through soup 
and finally on walls and paper everywhere. 
My two teachers were tireless. 

Years before I went to school, my mother’s wisdom 
was endless, my father’s justice inexplicable. 
I never could cry down the classroom demagogues. 

Since then I have sought the simple republic 
in the love and politics of the one world, 
never at home. Utopia. Me Tarzan.