For Trinidad
(a poet and reader, and human rights activist who died on 12 April 2021 after being attacked by a firebomb terrorist in Kakuma refugee camp, Kenya, on 15 March)
and Jordan
(who I hope will survive and be strong)
To scratch an itch,
To quench a thirst,
To meet a need
From deep inside;
To take a seed,
Nurture its growth,
Then spread its fruit
Both far and wide;
To leave a thought,
A part of self,
A spark of life
Upon a page;
To dare to seek
Immortal stuff,
Regardless of
Critic or age;
It’s not mere pride
Nor vanity,
It’s part of who I am,
It’s me.
And so I write
As I must breathe,
Or feed, or share
An inner wealth;
An act of love,
Creating life,
To procreate
My inner self.
Ideas birth
And seek to grow –
I write them down,
And let them go.
© 1991 Geoff Allshorn
This reprint © 2021 Geoff Allshorn
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