"Shall I call it Walden III?"
by Azly Rahman
days was i not in cyberspace
but in a garden i am tending with hope and grace
what shall i call it this time?
so that it will still be an extension of my inner world well guarded
with flowing rivers and living things speak to each other in language so
shall i call it Walden III in remembrance of Thoreau and Skinner and those who wrote about such experiments in society?
we shall see what this garden shall bring me
with love and grace and hope and humility i shall tend to it in those moments of serenity
seeds a plenty i sow patiently
each shall i hope
shall grow to be a color of rainbow on the ground that offers it grace and spaces of fertility
ahhh .. seeds of revolution i shall hope each to be
to erase form our memory the gardens of hiroshima and nagasaki
shall i have a vertical garden in my proposed Walden III?
where flowers and herbs climb up to the heavens in search of organic
truth and say thanks to Mother Nature at every morning's call to glory?
shall I have have herbs and vegetables aplenty in my Walden III?
so that Nature and me will be as close as the soul and the body?
maybe I should have little flowing rivers and a bridge to accompany
so that Walden III will look like a Monet painting adorned with Van Gogh's lilies?
too much has this world seen evil like daisy cutter bombs adorning the landscape of nations and principalities
i shall perhaps plant roses and wild flowers in Walden II all over
to erase the memory of desert storm and pershings and tomahawks used as stakes to crucify despots and dictators throughout modern
.. ahh maybe in my garden i shall have a little French tub in-between the congregation of roses of colors aplenty
so that i can immerse myself in saltwater and write manifestos aplenty
so that i can be paying tribute to the great marat
who inspired robespierre and those who overthrew the monarchy
maybe a little wooden tub will do
and a pen and wooden tablet to put my thoughts down daily like any sane man would do
shall i still call it Walden III?
and keep myself busy in and out of cyberspace
and let nature sing to me its poetry
like the sonnets i hear daily
from the wind chimes
of eastern and western melodies
serenading my senses with songs of tranquility?
ahh walden III .. what shall i call thee?
in honor too of the poet emily?
so that i may honor the coming of spring
wherein perpetual revolutions march like arab springs
seeds of hope scattered by the wild wind
that blows to places where gardens of steel chains grow and guard those who refuse to wash away their original sin
till guillotines do them and their power-hungry souls part
ahh.. Walden III
i suppose that is what I shall call thee.