Matilde Poem by For Matilde

Today, in the afternoon
I saw a black horse
standing so still
the dark silence of water
a peculiar history in its eyes
told me it had been waiting a long time
for the sound of birds
to return from the sea
I stopped in wonder
and remembered
what it feels like
to feel stillness and waiting

When the door opens
you enter, and interfere
with the air
you lay down, separating
the stillness from waiting

I do not like walking
over flat lands
it is too much like living
uneventfully, too different
to closing eyes
unimaginably filled

Its strange the way
these stones have been arranged
like layers of skin
in the sun
like bodies made from sand
I will lay here
close to the shore
until you do not let me go

Matilde
I told you of
the lonliness of years

Matilde
how I speak your name
before I sleep