Swimming towards emptiness on a bright summer day
(for Julian, Mikale and Vincent)
The unforeseen visitor,
emptiness, like blood,
can be graceful and intelligent. Poured into
the human body, it can
be useful. You can
gather it in your arms,
call it, all the cells and platelets, “harvest”.
But be careful, because
“it” can come with the
mechanism of wild gestures.
It will remind you that
you need your rest after a
lover has left you high
and dry. It will make you shake it
off like a fish. You will
find yourself swimming
towards it on a bright
summer day without a care in the world.
The mansion of the sky
on fire. Life tired of the
heat and dust. Emptiness will
be on your tongue. It will
be your mother tongue
until a replacement comes along.
Another migration will
take place. You will fall in love again.
You will learn to live
again. It will happen
when you least expect
it, though. When your
country is tired of being
broken by waves and
vertigo. Of being cold
or tired. Of being called
“meat country”. Or the
exit. Or the escape. Or is
the country terrifying the quiet.
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Thank you Abigail,
Touching, filled with meaning.