I am searching

I am searching,

through the crowded streets.

Someone is waiting for me.

Someone who speaks my language.

Someone whom I don’t have to explain

where I have been before now.

Before I got lost and never

found my way home.

***

Someone cries in the distance,

She calls my name.

My name which was lost

on the crossing from there

to here.

I have forgotten the words,

and understand no more

what they meant.

Someone is perched above sea level,

like a seabird,

and looks far beyond the horizon.

A dingy is swaying back and forth.

A hand is raised as a solute.

The pieces of the poems we once recited

and danced with the music,

and the words which curled through

the crowd are drowned and lost

inside the belly of a shark

among the thunder of the waves.

Someone called my name as silence

swept across and swallowed me.