Somewhere Poem by Oleg Vorobyov

I
An edge of all things. Dim blow.Somewhere.
A pack of dogs' dreams. Whine low. Somewhere.
A coil of stars' tracks. Lit glow... Sombrero.
Ahora, hola! ¿Donde estais, mi compañero?

II
Somewhere to the right of Paradise,
Somewhere to the north of Palestine
Find, please, do find a silvery seashell:
Its whorly ear resonates the sea,
Its marbled harp commands an icy sheen!
Hark, please, do hark to the murmur of the brine!
Grasp, please, do grasp the science of the depth!

Somewhere where the cardinals conjoint,
Somewhere whence uncertainties spring,
Comes to the fore the stuff to make you man...

04.19.2020