Past and Future

2011

Before this place

serenity could still reach us.

Those nights

revealed all there was to nature.

How it cannot fail to accomplish its simple revolutions.

And so I learned to believe only in beauty,

however little I understood.

Now I see myself

contemplating your ease

which crept in while you were

holding me to the day’s glare.

It is painful to be in a city.

Where often childhood comes falling.

Where we cannot speak much about it.

Not as you keep breathing into the window

overlooking that ageless turmoil,

a sea.