I think of you
I look for you
and savor the
memory of my
How can I express
of my gratitude?
To hold you,
to know that
I am safe,
I look into
that you are
I can never
for the wonder
but I can tell
you these secrets:
you kiss my lips and open my heart
you touch me and awaken my body
you gaze into my eyes and heal
and when you hold me,
I am complete.
(c) Rob Goldstein 2015-2019
I first posted ‘I Will Tell You These Secrets‘ in August 2016 as an experiment in
the use of VR and video to stage a performance. As I review the video I can
see what works but I think it lacks maturity.
I’ve revised the poem and re-posted it because it is a heartfelt expression of
love and gratitude.
In the interests of transparency I’ve left the video as part of the post.
What do you think?
If you celebrate Thanksgiving, I hope yours is warm and safe.
is a future
Rob Goldstein November 17, 2018
I know you’re angry.
So am I.
How could we not be?
Children ripped from their parents,
Concentration camps in Texas.
“I can’t breathe”
“I remember their laughter”
A child-man throwing ugly decrees from his high chair.
But from a high shelf in Europe come watercolor images a century on.
French families fleeing destruction.
Children starving in Yemen.
Corpses of trees standing witness as men follow orders into death.
As we follow our leaders.
They know who we need to hate.
In front of City Hall we are led in chants.
We know the story.
Our indignation gives us the right to hate.
We have worked so hard, but They stole our votes, our climate, our lives.
We will make them pay!
We will come here every night if necessary!
Bearing placards, twisted pictures of an uncrowned King.
A piñata we can beat to death
Until we get our hands…
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