Ararat, Armenia
I stand firm,
on these rocks
on this dirt
content in the
centrifugal contents
coursing through me.
Saroyan wrote
a thing or two
about folks like me
cast about the earth,
strewn somewhere.
away from here.
He wrote about
small people,
in a big world
a civilization
locked into its
own past
never to be
unleashed and
re-risen
until they are…
But if they
never did, no
less vibrant
would they be.
