And so, I hang down, clinging fast
to my position here, at this edge.
Hereafter
let me never stop searching for you…
like a bird seeking after a stretch of water.
a midnight dream ripples out
– a stone thrown in water –
into ever widening circles.
In its transmission, I see your smile
consoling me, consoling me.
I came to recognize you
as children recognize their own body parts.
My body, lacking anyone to seed and nourish it
dries out, cracks open into fissures.
Birds, as they fly past, let fall seeds
deep buried in their droppings.
A single seed fallen into a crevice
waits, fast asleep,
for the rain’s cool touch.
Hereafter, I shall never stop searching for you.