I’m sorry I have not posted for the last 5 days.
I spent my time on chess
Playing by email against 4 opponents
of two games each
I lost track of time
hours of concentration
It’s not surprising I forget
parts of the day or meals
What should a bird do
when flying over colorful meadows?
Lord
After I found you
enjoyed your presence
for a brief moment
you left and hid yourself
where can I find you
and talk to you again.
After your stockings are filled with your feet
and you put on your shoes
you can start walking.
Why? Did he lose his belt?
The birds flew south
Walking in the forest
I heard silence
With echoes of sadness
After you left
The books remained unread
Arranged on top of each other
In alphabets of absence
Some words are missing
In discordant conversations
The strings were adjusted
I was able to sleep
After a very long wait.
A month ago.
The dog jumps,
trying to grab a stick
resting on my shoulder,
it’s paws land on my chest
acquired, not primeval instinct
A story retold many times
A man and a woman curious to find
if they will gain immortality through knowledge
You and I since then learned
the arduous task
of gaining back
what was lost.
My Levels of Knowing
Fire, smoke and interruptions
Surround us
I found a pebble in my pocket
The entrance to the castle is open
My grandfather does not travel
He often takes me fishing
The guards sees us
We smile and walk forward
My friends are engaged in birdwatching
My grandmother sometimes hides broken pieces in the closet
When are you returning
Inside the castle with its grandeur, we are lost like kittens
We can’t rise to the day’s heights or adapt to the hours
I accept the brevity of a flower,
I am getting older.
What Will Happen
What’s like to be stranded in a place surrounded
By foreign language and echoes of history
Will fear envelope you? Maybe not.
Will you be like a child, free
To roam with pocketful of whims?
A universal mind, a child with no habits
With a dimension of willingness
To try, to listen, to ask questions:
How do you say hello, good morning
What ‘s your name? I’m hungry.
Gestures lead conversation and laughter
What will happen?
Complicated things will become simplified
Pull a string, turn a knob, a story will open
In ruins or splendor, devoid of boredom,new
A genius of a child,
Poor or rich, afraid or fearless
Forever curious, sometimes naughty.
One voice rises
Above all the mingling of street voices:
Sunset is coming.
Come, share our table
Simply feel at home, my friend.
If birds can talk
Like on my other days
I perched that morning
On a flowering fennel along the river.
I saw you coming towards me, holding
In your left hand a walking stick,
A camera in your right hand
I waited for you to get close
Close enough to take my picture
Before I flew away.
Like on your many other days
You might not notice or remember
The little things, good things
You could do
For others.
To have known you
You are brimming with gaiety
Paddling the kayak together for one hour
One foggy morning
The river at high tide
The moments of astonishment
Are more than enough for me
To welcome winter.
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