Home Poem by Silivester Kiik

Along the edge of a beach,
i shiver—in the tight embrace of a pair of cold,
hiding in every roll of waves,
also the sighs of the gusts that descend from the hill.

In every calculation—losing,
like the ebb and flow—as if giving me a warning,
how to leave the story,
with the actor of time as the separator.

In the future—i am merely forgotten,
who freely disappears,
and only becomes a cup of water,
which often spills in every grip of yours.

At the end of dusk, I return home
shadows begin to float in the dark,
blood is no longer warm,
I—lose in tears.

Atambua, November 2024