my house is open
to sunlight
to moonlight
to the breeze from the sea
my house is open
to the song of cicadas
to the laughter of children
to the rustle of palms
my house is open
my hearth is open
my heart is open to all
Poetry?
I found an old photo
I found an old photo
from the days when photos were paper
I saw me
not well-focussed
and a little too distant
and you
you must have been behind the camera
invisible
I have changed since then
believe me
I have
I was thinner then
and darker
and felt the world less
and now I find myself
turning over the picture
and my memories
to find where you have gone
You touched
You touched your cheek to mine
your skin
your mask
my mask
my skin
My heart fluttered
the geese remind me
the world still turns
the geese remind me
they will be back you know
you tell me
and we shall see them
my knowledge of your love
my knowledge of your love for me
is the shade of a full-leaved tree across my heart;
it brings calm
and the possibility of sleep
I do not trust
I do not trust your predictions
You were holding your crystal ball when you fell
Looking at distant horizons not one step beyond
Now scarred and bruised below the eyes you tell me what will come
I will fight against it
you know
I will fight
avoiding
the woman standing at the bus stop
with two empty cat-carrier cases
is not making eye contact with the world
now the fog has cleared
now the fog has cleared
sky limpid, sun on green hils
oh how you are missed
I like foggy days
I like foggy days
I can pretend you are here
oh
how much you are missed
year three quarters done
autumn beginning
winds freshen, a first spitting
still you are not here
simonsalento 