Other Travelers
for Sparkles Adderley

you in my hand to write a poem
with you in my hand
to put in a poem

your hand in mine, we go to Gethsemane
to the Promised Land
or to God's holy altar

that is if you had not gone before
able to love you still
space in hearts still
for blood to spill

tiny happy fishes, leaping up in us
remind me of a visit to Norway
through the landscape with other travelers
on a bus, big and comfortable

fishes leaping up, leaping out
a fish farm we were going by
fascinated by this enterprise
how happy we were in Norway

you make being on New Providence
a similar sort of joy, you and D'Anthra
even if she wishes to withdraw a bit, a little

insists that I include others in our affair
unable to bear it all, being loved exclusively

my love for you, quite strong too
another extra special person on this planet

whose plan it was had happy in mind,
had happy on his mind

hardly able to bear it, to bear this
better, so much better,
than heart ache,
than head ache


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2010
10:11 p.m. 07.04.10