One Last Walk Poem by Eleni Cay

We have journeyed all the way to the blackness of birches' skin,
cried so loud that we could not sustain the weight
of our bodies and the tempest within.

We have flown with the wild swans and their wisdom, shrieking
into the sharp memories of labour camps, begging for a new childhood.
We have touched the warm stones of prayers,
re-imagined them into lands of truth,
vast like the haunting melodies of Baleen whales.

We have travelled them all, all the layers of expanding paths
and yet, we long for one more journey, for one last walk,
when we would break apart and in silence grope for each other,
to the deep-rooted you and me, open the circles of desires
and in their gore, swim into history.