bilan

page
yet another
on the journey turned

is that what it’s called
this erring oblivion
of ends and beginnings

not knowing why
not knowing whence
nor whereto from here

no longer questioning
what portent to sea’s
glittering mirrors
sands brushed away on dunes
echo of cries dying in the wind

or

dreams that from threshold
to threshold displace us

or

stars’ borrowed light
some fading preceding us

arambol, 2007