Month: July 2018

(Essential)

The first sip of wine
opens up the senses,
prepares the way.

…

Many slow moments
later, soft and sweet…
ah, satisfaction.

I’ll bring you to Paris
and kiss you on the sidewalk
by the riverside.

How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof,
thinking of home. -William Faulkner

Tomorrow I set out
on a train to Paris.

At last the road leads me,
alone, to a city of lights,
a mere myth to my mind now:
something romantique.

I haven’t so much as heard
from a raindrop
for two months,

and here I am: it’s late,
it’s raining in the faraway
here-and-now, and I guess
I’ll just see you around then.

With an open heart and eyes, I try
to step across this crazy world:
my soul yearning to drink
from this great fountain
of human life,

trying to graze among and amid
other hearts: a momentary
touch, a single chat, a day
or even a week spent together,
learning and yearning together.
I step

Across the vastness
with eyes and heart too open,
afraid of the piercing light
and the darkness all the same,
yet yearning and stepping
with such ferocious yearning,
towards those sweetest waters.