Extraits

(The moon has been kidnapped)

I trip and I tumble

Down into the darkness,

Dirt, roots, and shadows

Death, fear, and wounds.

The moon has been kidnapped

And the stars have been stolen,

The sky has gone missing

And the air is estranged.

Silence rings in my ears

Like the sound of a cellar

And my stomach is ancient, hollown unfed.

Muscle and bone

That my mind has forgotten,

Black in my heart

And my soul is now rotten.

(Patience)

Burning like a dying ember,

To be doused, to become too cold,

To burn again

Or, the air, a sweet wind,

Like water to wild flowers

Breath under my feet and I burn again

But patience,

Patience is your touch once

To wait again.

Patience os standing at the harbor,

Patience saw their children off the war

And patience buried their loved ones.

To meet again is patience.

To grow hungry is patience.

An alarming sound, far away, is patience

The same way that closing your eyes

Is patience.

Your lips, in a dream, is patience.

In my palm like a smooth stone,

In my eyes, the focus,

In my ears like a song near by

And the places that I put my feet,

A decision,

Patience.