Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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We must find our way back to life
passage through the brush
mangrove swamps, to open sea
chopping away the habitual
seemingly rational fetters
that keep us from seeing “Yan see”
he said to me in a dream
that opened my eyes as a prophet
poet despised by unbelievers, to return
to the fountainhead, source, lonely vigil
before the ocean, open spaces to be filled
full of wonder, to discover the invisible
in hours of hope of home, faith in arriving
to become embraced in charity
motion of our galaxy, quilt of stars.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. 3/8/2013