Albert Sebille - 5th Centruy B.C. Greek Ship
Evgeni Gordiets
Listening to the music of the wind - Matthais Haker
This poem is from my collection WHERE THE STARS ARE KEPT. RATTLESNAKE PRESS - copyright 2007 -
A SMALL
TRINKET HELD TO THE SUN
There is a
point where I
Brushed a
picture of you across
My
mind. A landscape near the sea.
Unable to bring
the islands
Into focus,
I called upon the weather.
Moisture in
the air, a discrepancy of temperature
Between the
forms of water. Captured
Here, a
moment of the heart; alone,
Unaccustomed
to such luxury it
Speaks
aloud. "I love you," it
says.
We traveled
from Paris to Barcelona,
Giving gray
to blue, as easily as kisses
Between
friends. The sunlight on
Your face,
a certain music in your voice.
In the sky
tram above the harbor,
We saw
Columbus pointing up Las Ramblas.
"I'll
make up a story about our being here,"
I
promised. What would happen?
Now
November closes door after door, trying
To end the
year as graciously as possible.
I hold you
in my arms before you go
To sleep
tonight. The Leonoid meteor
Shower
blasts through us; little holes
In every
fabric, all unnoticed.
Another
song begins, despite the hour.
I listen to
it carefully. We rain into each
other.
High above
this place, we flash signal after signal.
