Journey Into Space

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Readers ‘Raoul’ and ‘Sunita’ have asked for this poem that last appeared on the blog in 2010. Their, too, has to be a secret love because their families are on opposite sides of a socio-cultural-religious divide and would not approve of their relationship. Sadly, I often hear from star-crossed lovers, gay and straight alike.

It isn’t only gay people living in a gay-unfriendly environment that know all about that cold, dark closet I experienced many years ago as a secretly gay youth and young man. I would have hoped we were done with all that in 21^st century Britain, Tragically, there are as many if not more people having to endure the same unbearable loneliness that goes with the territory whenever divided loyalties conspire to make us to live a lie.

It has to stop, and the only way a fair, peaceful society stands a chance is through education. Socio-cultural-religious prejudices need to be openly, fairly, sensitively and intelligently debated in schools so that future generations will come to understand what I keep saying about our differences not making us different, only human. Many parents do understand that, of course, but I look around and suspect they are in a minority. All good teachers understand it, but are too often prevented by school politics from passing it on to their students. 

Personal space should not be a closet, for whatever reason, but an open door through which we can not only pass at any time, but also share what we find there with family and friends.

Yes, yes, I know. I am repeating myself yet again. But as my dear, late mother used to say, if something is worth saying, it is always worth repeating.

JOURNEY INTO SPACE

Stars on the water like little ships

sailing down the river;

full moon like a lighthouse beacon

guiding them to harbour;

shadows on the bank applauding

the event

like ghosts from history’s pages

passing by

No one about but lovers, you and I,

keepers of the night

on behalf of all kinder humanity

while nature sleeps;

for a while, even ghosts dare relate

to the little ships

sailing past like wistful thoughts

on a leafy breeze

We pause, you and I, enjoying a rare

sense of freedom,

engaging with Earth Mother at peace

before dawn’s call to arms;

there will be other nights, ships too,

but none like this;

witness the universe open up its heart

and let us in

Come night’s illusions beaten to pulp

by daylight’s hooves,

its lovers shall bear witness wherever

shadows gather

to empathise with time’s penchant

for mortality

and nature’s persistent, eternal passion

for life

[From: Tracking the Torchbearer by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2012]