Green Horses on the Walls
Cai verzi pe pereți [Green Horses on the wall]
Asta a fost de la-nceput în mintea mea [That’s how it was in the beginning in my mind]
Visurile mele [My dreams]
N-au fost posibile [Were not possible]
Am fost nebună [I was crazy]
Bătută în cap [Hit in the head]
Cristina – fii serioasă [Cristina – be serious]
Vrei doar cai verzi pe pereți [You only want green horses on the walls]
Green horses on the walls
The Romanian expression for having delusions
From the start I was told my dreams
Weren’t possible
That I was crazy
That I needed to be serious
That theatre was a hobby
I was always merely chasing the green horses
And it was time to grow up
Because they didn’t exist
But I know my need to write exists
I know that the open page is the reservoir for my joy and pain
I know the sweat-stained floors of an empty theatre welcome me
I know that my dimensions cannot be confined to a DC-CV
A list of degrees and honors -> now perhaps those don’t truly exist
Can they capture a beating heart?
Prayers? Kindness?
Caring for our elders and children?
Or the next play that it is on the tip of my pen and igniting my mind with excitement
The straight-jacketed list to DC impress is what confines
And lies
My truth is displayed on the open canvas of my art
My truth runs with the green horses
Through the fields, down Rockville Pike and eventually all the way through the heart of DC – 14th St.
I hear them calling –
Cristina! Hai acasă [Come home]
Calling me home …
As I walked today through a canopy of trees
I crossed paths with a butterfly
And I came home to write this poem
And neither were or are – delusions.
Cai verzi pe pereți – a durat 34 de ani [Green horses on the walls – it took 34 years]
Pentru mine să știu [For me to know]
Adânc în inima mea [Deep in my heart]
Că sunt exact cum a creat și a vrut Dumnezeu [That I am exactly how God created and wanted]
Și pentru asta sunt pur și simplu mulțumită [And for that I am simply grateful]
