STONE STEEDS
How could that thirsty girl that I was
—
and sometimes am—
get lost in any picture
How your
blue could recognized her
at the edge of a night of dunes
and stone steeds.
EVER SINCE
Your step
—of one syllable—
had been announced forever
through my long queue of empty words
Your step of echoes
like rain drops
of your beloved land
was real before seeing you
Your steps
of bagpipes and jingle bells
were to my very soul
like the premonitions that visited me as a child.
YOU
“Each one gave me
only what each one could
give.
And I gave to
each one only what they could
take from me”
Hermann Hesse
I wonder how you enter
to the secret territory
that inhabits me
As you walk
—as if recognizing me—
sparks of June dwell in my sight
I let you go through me
I tell you my secrets
I surround you with my laughter
I know you are passing by
I will not detain you.
SECRET
That name
that you will not name
when you cross the ocean
will be your silence
will be your farewell
That forbidden name
Replete with vowels
will perform its task as bell
it will be bread
it will be air
it will be earth
It will be the only name
you shall remember
when you come close
to the end of your journey.
