The other

The others

How do you imagine

“a withered leaf at dawn?”

Cries of children from hunger,

poverty’s empty eyes,

scars of war.

You are thinking

what sweater to wear,

or whether to drink braggot or melomel

trees start to shiver.

You have choices,

other voices,

“unutterable simplicity” of love.

a boy’s little journal

river bends

boat follows

boy feels his heart

moon gravitates towards the earth

the teacher says

room is quiet

to love and be loved

even for a moment

creek becomes a river

the little boy

stares at the night

music of the stars

I’m coming

says the dying star

every night the boy waits

tomorrow I’ll sit

next to you in class

the girl says

the boy paints

her beautiful eyes

and signs yes.