18 de noviembre de 2008


This time when you and I sit here,
two figures with one soul,
we're a garden with plants and birdsong
moving through us like rain.

The stars come out.
We're out of ourselves,
but collected.

We point to the new moon,
it's discipline, and slender joy.
We don't listen to stories of frustrated anger.

We feed on laughter,
and a tenderness we hear around us
when we're together.

And even more incredible,
I am sitting here in Konya,
while you are at this moment in Korasan.

We have these forms in time,
and another in the elsewhere that's
made of this closeness.