Song of the Open Road

[Recent poem, could be a song. The photo is the last one I took on a three-day trip in Belarus in May last year to discover the two villages of my paternal ancestors.]

Song of the Open Road

– (after a Russian folksong)

Come with us
farmer at the fence
come with us

our horses’ nostrils
breathe fire, quivering
wide horizon wind

their flanks gleam
dark with the light
of stars and space

already our dust
is settling on your thatch
come with us

already your wife
has forgotten you
as open landscape rolls

through your stifled soul
your nervous numbers
your future fears erased

come with us

leave your fickle fruit trees
soil toil and laborious hives
others will harvest them

come with us

the road’s end is endless
its rhythm one
with horse, with heart

come with us
come with us
farmer at the fence

~ by Peter Lach-Newinsky on May 21, 2020.

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