SILENT DEPARTURE
I trust you, he said, with the garden, the keys, our children;
if I don’t return after three weeks
try to manage everything alone; it’ll mean that I won’t come back.
Because each cloud is but a light-blue cave, or white or leaden
and I need to confirm the volume and depth of the air.
Don’t neglect the garden; and if you won’t find where the keys fit
I don’t know what to say.
You think I know what these clouds want from me or what I want
from them? Yet my ring
fits perfectly in the middle finger of the wind.
Mayanaam
vequinox
Manolis 