Poem: “Somewhere”


Somewhere there is Shangri-la
Where men and women never age,
Bird song is an opera
And every infant is a sage

Drowsy weather always spring,
Beneath the willow rivulets
Gently flowing trill and sing
To fishes at the minuet

In Shangri-la there is no greed,
Rational it is to share
The harvest and there is no need
To gather more, it is unfair

Far away but never here
Across the mountains bleak and high
Within a cleft whose walls are sheer,
Where harmony will never die

But here there is another life
War and famine, greed and theft,
Hunger draws a sharpened knife
Across the throat – there’s nothing left

What’s the problem, why can’t we
Get from here to there, what might
Stops the coming jamboree
Of harmony and appetite?

Listen Man, the cleft is close
As far as from the head to heart,
The place you seek was never lost
It is the seeker who departs


May 29, 2011

Pavel Chichikov is a Washington DC-based poet and photographer. He has written for both the secular and the Catholic press on issues as diverse as Russian nuclear weapons systems, Olympic athletes, and miracles. His books include From Here to Babylon: Poems by Pavel Chichikov,  Lion Sun: Poems by Pavel Chichikov, Mysteries and Stations in the Manner of Ignatius, and Animal Kingdom. Pavel may be heard reading his works on catholicradiointernational.com and on pavelreads.com. His poetry regularly appears on "The Poetry of Pavel Chichikov."