Light has blossomed

within the night’s electric lamps.

Corralled by the low fences

of the park, sheep lie listless, chewing

arugam grass and ilisari leaves,

fine-tuning a sense of normality.

 

Do they possess

secret memories that scald and sting?

Thoughts gambling between recollection

and amnesia. Yearning, day upon day.

 

As the teacup that falls

and breaks, as the petal wing

that floats above the head,

or merely as a plain, still void:

in such shapes I might have

appeared to you.

 

Never missing a moment,

you are in front of me.

an enduring absence.