“Come,” he said,
Taking me by the hand
And leading me towards
The clear, visible horizon, and
Beyond it, as it turned invisible,
Onwards, through sunflower fields
Moonlit trees and many galaxies
Of fireflies frozen as stars
Pointing to countless
Other horizons…
“It’s all yours,” he said,
“But keep in mind, son,
“The mere blind possession
“Of one single thing robs you,
“—In its sightless obsession—
“Of everything and all
“That was yours from
“The very beginning…
“Just for the not taking,
“But giving…”
—————Tatul Sonentz
2016
Source: Armenian Weekly
Link: Poem: Pater