truths somehow are inconvenient
like living on walls so tight that we cannot breathe
because air is so thin,
like living high up on the topmost hill,
truths make us uneasy
like we fear that somehow these truths are uncovered
and the corresponding penalties
are hard to accept and endure
just like this inconvenient truth that soon we shall have
ice melting, waters rising, lands diminishing
populations exploding, massive floods
people drowning, global warming,
i remember Noah, just like you remember how he
constructed his ark
on those clearer summer days,
he did not build his ark when the flood came
put yourself in his shoes
or in the shoes of the ordinary onlooker
was he not crazy? was it not really inconvenient for him?
or was it not worst with you
because you have no capacity for truth
or believing it
you have no talent to live in its shadows
you have always been repealed
by its warm embracing arms
you will wait when you will be slapped by its very hands
by then it will be too late
you are drowning, and the ark has sailed farther to that island
of truth where you will no longer be its inhabitant
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem