Saturday, December 5, 2015
McKinley
1
What is in this country of struggle.
2
Y the German who, in the beginning
arrived merely to accompany the wife,
now asks to stay another year. This.
This place no longer so terrible
as once thought. There is a book
3
Of poems in English & Spanish on my table.
A gift for them
on their last Christmas here. This.
4
Why do we expect never to see each other again.
5
There is a Filipina who married a German.
And I want to try
to understand how they found each other
between two languages.
Y the German says are you leaving next year?
6
Yes.
7
Next year comes with many things
I try not to think when I come home at dusk,
when the dogs and I walk after dinner
and the night wind is crisp.
8
So many to be left behind: such need pack light.
(She)
And the dogs (W the eldest, does she know
that these days when I pat her I say goodbye).
This, among others.
9
Dogs of this country cannot survive such cold.
10
Y the German says so very long.
I do not continue the talk.
She and I barely talk
of these things.
Y the German asks what about sex.
11
What is in this country of struggle.
12
Walking home dusks these days,
I try to memorise the turmeric sky
and the shadow of a coconut tree.
(And like a scene from a bad movie) I find myself
refusing to write.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.