SHAPE OF ABSENCE XII
This room has become a deep water well;
the lamp a star nailed in the water.
The bed of the child in its place and sometimes
the bed-sheets create reflections in semicircle shape
because high up on the surface of the water
the hours fall softly and slowly like straw
printing vague circles in the water. No one talks
inside this room, and if one talked he wouldn’t be heard.
And if a glass
leaned over and fell, it would fall in the palm of silence
quietly;
it wouldn’t break. Only the ancient cry of separation,
dissolved in the water, makes the well deeper and darker.
Mayanaam
vequinox
Manolis 