“At the twisted junction of civilizations,
up from the dark to this darker time,
the engines of dialogue churn new converts
climbing up the folded bridges past our
moments of estrangement.
My neighbor has no appeal except for
techniques of his washing machine.
The heart dictates an urgent visit
leaving the spirit safe and sound
from the freighted haul of
broken bridges.
I am no foreign correspondent.
Faced with redefining me role in the
world, dealing with implications, globalization,
proliferation, cultural relativization, trans-border variations,
not to mention carnal multiplication, only content
to keep my shelfish dimension.
I read and lecture about coexistence
and shut my window to the other, thinking
vertical consolidation.”