by Edilson Ferreira
Sitting by the road’s edge, I watch life go by.
I see men, women, old and young people,
companions on our journey, the pilgrimage
we have embarked on, since forgotten ages.
They carry in their faces their realities and, beyond,
I try to imagine what really lead them to move on,
but cannot be seen: their well-kept secrets and desires,
their high esteem, their own motto, their ego.
They are striving to be individuals,
rather than simply one more.
Sometimes I see even myself,
mixed in the crowd, perhaps a little lost,
but firmly believing to be on the walk too.
I feel we are all connected in an invisible web
and hope we will reach, each at their own time,
that promised and dreamed land,
where happiness dwells, milk and honey spill,
and evil never finds shelter.
Mr. Ferreira, 76 years, is a Brazilian poet who writes in English rather than in Portuguese. Widely published in international journals in print and online, he began writing at age 67, after retiring as a bank employee. Since then, he counts 147 poems published, in 223 different publications, (all originally written in English), in 44 selected literary reviews. He lives in a small country town (Formiga, Minas Gerais state), with wife, three sons and a granddaughter. Nominated for The Pushcart Prize 2017, his first Poetry Collection, Lonely Sailor, One Hundred Poems, was launched in London in November of 2018. He is always updating his works at http://www.edilsonmeloferreira.com.