consider for a moment the key
consider the handle
I cannot tell anymore when
a door opens or when it closes
all I hear is a beckoning
from the other side
blues coming from our roots
while at night I dream
of bonfires and ghosts of men
laden with irreconcilable tombstones
names of archangels emblazoned
behind a bird of flames
it is only a short walk
to another room and
I can see the river water rising
crystal in your incomparable arms and legs
your fingertips turning from fiery spindles
into satin tendrils cloaking me
in the soft confidence of a lover's kiss
the sun behind me is like a fire
tiny flames survive in the river's ripples
I say something to God
he's listening but
I hear no answer
so I ask the river
and God answers
in the windfall of thunder and
the coruscation of lightning
I stand drenched
alone
I am Aristophanes
holding a sheaf of new layers shaking
like a weak-kneed lamb searching
for my lost half
and there you are writing
grocery lists on the bottom of your shoes
asking me to take a walk
in a cemetery with you
and your dog
we walk
God follows
we talk
God listens and
as the walled road narrows
we melt together
and become one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem