And Poem by For Matilde

You question me
as wreckage on the shore
what seas have you sailed
under Magellan's moon
where is your universe
which horizons have you crossed
what forest have you entered
as a fugitive and found
finally mountains
I answer you with
a church
a corpse
but mostly with
the wing sounds of a line of geese
over the crowded church

And

I was once thin and white
in the dark earth
buried
invisible
interfered with
until you saw me
as a particle in a beam
gave me light and love
the aroma of almond milk
fluttering on your breath