Poem of Otar

The high mountains

of Southern Appalachia

and the spring step

of Otar

The waving rush

of rain into the valley

finds standing, in battle

Otar

And there instead

of the round globe

he’s purchased

his ancestor’s lands

Where Otar stands

the angel treads

as steady as

a granite stone

While up there alone

in a stand of trees

Otar turns his eyes

upon home

And casts a million

words like a web

and bears the moment

of being alone

Till the finality

of the slain

tortures of the word

can be rejoined

Otar continues

a journey begun

in greatest anticipation

to a destination

called home

And finds that

out of the struggle

to accept their rejection

of his greatest deeds and words

And in the place

of their great admiration

he can rejoice

despite their choice

having found the voice,

of Otar

10/7/09