No Other Orpheus I was lucky enough to flee Despite the crowded wilderness, Swollen streams, bracken, Uncertain roots to grip For the ascent Far below, at last, the plains Stretching like an open palm: No need for me to look behind I knew the hidden tracks, The chambered scents of musk and jasmine, Delicious secret promises So easily fulfilled, Your maze The air is sharp, Everything is brighter here, The heights have put me out of reach And yet that voice Floating above the trees, Your wordlessness – A few more steps, I sing, A few more steps ________________________________________________________________________ |