Two weeks or so ago, I was assigned to read Midnight Robber by Nalo Hopkinson. If I wasn’t assigned this book, I would not have read. Nevertheless, I’ve read the book. It was supposed to be set in the future, but all I saw was the past (when I ignored the presences of the A.I. that help run the world). The sense of a timeless future formed in my mind. It took scenes from other medias and changed them into Hopkinson’s version. To the best of my abilities, I morphed the scenes that popped in my head.
by Stephanie Buckler
Three verses came to me at night
They spoke of wonders
They spoke of a light
that travels endlessly.
No one knows when it started
They tried to find the end.
Did they catch it?
It’s the same thing again.
Three pictures dance into my dreams.
They show the status quo
They show what is unseen
throughout the world.
I try to remember all the shapes,
but I cannot mend the lines.
Three beats will play in my ears,
They will sound a different tune
They will sound an awakening
mixed in an endless light.
My lips will try to kiss the sound
but nonsense will fill the air.
It, I will never catch.
What has been said
What is seen
and what will be heard
Is shared by the mending of time through our words