• Lorraine Johnson

[73] The Story

Wearing culture on a sleeve,

in seeking eyes or dancing feet,

colossal stories are built to reach—

into the sky they go,

appearing wiser than the flow

of a single mind—

left behind.


And a soul that stays—

and travels paths

with footprints left untold

and endless hues tucked inside

with faint sounds of a mantra's call

And in the gust of its sail,

freedom knocks

once, twice, a zillion times

so it gathers all its strength

its stolen smiles,

uncertain hands,

and deep within its seeing eye—

a tear lingers and falls,

into the beauty of a story—

it dares to unfold.