Remember

If I could run through the woods of the Caspian, and speed like the light

I’d find the answers to why I’m still connected there and be back by tonight

If I could fly through the Mesopotamian fog and look at the rocks

I’d figure out how to keep hell off my block,

And when I recall the names of those unable to tame the river of freedom

I find the rhythm of my heart burgeoning

And when I drink in the sacred air, I remember that all the children are trying