C a d m a l o s y C a h l
complete poetic works
me right next to you, you right next to me
Sitting next to you -
Here, right next to you -
just to the left of you,
no longer bereft of you,
no cleft now between you and me
No notion why the ocean sigh
that swells and rides my ships and tides
should here and now release and ease,
now breathing with another breeze
I sense those deeper roots beyond the roots of trees,
the roots of oceans and of cliffs, of tectonic geologies,
the synchronisations beneath the seas,
the atoms rippling between our knees
our cells singing their symphonies
And the me next to you
and the you next to me
set sail a kind of synergy
where we begin to see as We
here on the changing sea
laughing living learning free
me right next to you,
you right next to me.
where we begin to be as We
- Cadmalos yCahl
It's you I look forward to
There is much I enjoy, much more in which I delight.
But truth be told, here in your sight,
to tell it right and be straightforward:
my ship rarely seeks to sail shoreward,
for there's little to which I look forward -
Properly, that is, you see;
the subtle sort of casual wholeheartedly
that a true 'looking forward to' can be,
since with you I yet and cannot be.
I hold some hope that may one day become full faith;
a faith that the future will be faire,
a trust that this oasis awaits.
So I will myself the willingness I need,
the willingness to wait
for now, for now, for now,
to sense the state of our gait
at some free and future date.
For it's you I look forward to.
Right now.
Right now.
Right now.
If I were you and you were me
If I were you and you were me
we would not be the who we see.
It's easy. Easy!
Collect who you are - here, near, and afar -
and no matter who you are wherewhen you are
You'll be you and I'll be me and teatogether we will be,
all and all three threaded be, by land, by air, by breathing sea.
You and me as We, living joined, living free.
- Cadmalos yCahl
This timeless poem - one written early in the poet's career - is most known and memed for the first two lines; lines which, interestingly, began in a first draft as the more awkward and spontaneous couplet of "If you were me and I were you, we would not then be who we are."
Few who quote the well-known first lines are even aware they're part of a poem, let alone know what the words and ideas of that poem go on to suggest..
But those who do know, seem to never quite forget...