It Was Foretold Centuries Ago Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

On the Ganges river in the mouth of
the Indian Ocean where once before
our gazes met eight hundred years ago
a rumbling sound issues from the entrails

of the deep waters. It gargles and it burbles.
I recognize the voice of Ganesh, Patron of Letters,
who speaks in tongues by means of eddy currents
flowing from me to you and in the mirrored way.

I sense the liquefied meandering of the words
foretell the future engagement of our fates
and how we'll meet in the delta of the great river
where all souls empty into the waters

then return again and over and again and that
after eight centuries and thirty three years of such
events our paths will interconnect once more
but that time in flesh and spirit over an ancient

weeping willow inclined toward the rushing stream
and that upon the metaphysical consummation
between the river and the branches
we shall never weep again.