I am searching

through the crowded streets.

Someone is waiting for me.

Someone who speaks my language.

Someone who I didn’t have to explain

where was I before now?

Before I got lost and never

found my way home.


I hear someone crying in the distance,

calling my name.

My name which was lost

on the crossing from there

to here.

Someone is perched above sea level,

like a seabird.

Looking far beyond my vision.

A dingy is swaying back and forth.

A hand is raised as a solute.

The pieces of my poems which I once

recited with the music of heaven,

and the words which danced through

the crowd are drowned and lost

in the thunder of waves.

Someone calls my name as silence

swept across and swallowed me.

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