For Prague, city of particles and atoms
On water and land, my youth
is finished. I have learned
that people make promises.
They don’t often keep their word, and yet
you’re still a vision in a field
of snow. The rainfall outside my window takes upon itself
a pensive transformation. An
eternity that is filled with hope.
You leave me with the art of fighting the cold.
One day soon you’ll be wife,
lover, mother. Prague, mother
of particles and atoms, I dream
of you. Phosphorous. School
painted and knitted a sweetness
about you. So did the waves
Wave after wave of fugitive pieces.