But All Hearsay? Poem by Chenna Linda

I hear of nations
Sleek like eel
Of road networks
Twisting like my ma's waterleaf stem in her tiny farm
Smooth as a baby's bottom

I hear of states
Shimmering like moon's reflect on waters
Of water systems
Snaking like tiny tributaries
Channeled to all homes
All figured out you can’t fault

I hear of nations
Magnificent as the morning sun
Of steady electricity
Constantly peeking at you
As with the clouds
Always up in the sky

I hear of states
Proud as fine horses
Of governments and successors
Building fortress impenetrable
Rising after every fall
Forging ahead
Like they've never being down

I hear of nations
Evolving
As with pupa to beautiful butterflies
Of schools with actual teachers
Of hospitals with doctors who know
Of parks peaceful u can actually unwind
Of ice-cream other than vanilla flavor
Of food markets without rots

And I wonder
All but hearsay?

February 15,2009
chenna