To Another Self You! I suppose you wished her heart to spill Rather than beat And for its drenching pool To drown the riddled future In one endless moment of your choice If you could only choose I understand, my poor dear stubborn friend How – When the last strand of the final thread of Whatever you two were weaving With glance, touch or thrill To bridge the gulf of breath Snapped And the dangling wisps fluttered irrevocably apart – How only the mountain silences of precipice and cleft, Of unseen trails and heedless creature ways And slanting trees Could persuade you to a humbler pace You are moving now, I see, more nimbly, Ridge to ridge, amid the unmourned monuments, Forgiving and alert ________________________________________________________________________ Emanuel E. García, Leaf Thoughts, One Hundred Poems, 2013 |