01/19/2007

for Penelope and Odysseus

Let's switch roles.

You are the piece of rock, the land, the island; the gulls and planes circle around your beacons but never touch down; and the fruit falls, always west, in your direction.

I am the cord let loose, the balloon that travels on the winds and circles the tops of the temples, the one who sees your tears as I retract into the seas above you.