It is no chance encounter
meeting you
here
in the garden
of forgotten letters
Spaciousness, O
gracious landscape
in which to build
this graveyard
Moonrise over the Mojave
A valley
full of monuments
In the beginning
we spoke
like creatures
of the desert, scavengers
afraid
even of ourselves
and now to find
you here
is to speak
the language of sowing
with which we bury
seeds, hunger
in a place
they cannot grow
Junin de los Andes
Last night I dreamed
of that windless day
at La Boca
The empty house
still there
meaning a life was possible
I am happy in this dream:
What perfect luck
that the elements should
conspire
to bring a windless day
a fisherman and his love
together.
Like a mantra, I am chanting: Alumine, Confluencia, Colon Cura
As if to preserve a myth
As if to call back a ghost
As if to witness your joy again
water like glass,
reflection of snow, volcano
line heavy with the weight
of a fish that does not know
it will live, you will let it go
Sarah de Sousa lives in Seascape, California. She is a dancer, educational counselor, step-mother, wife, and perpetual student of philosophy, literature, psychology, and meditation. contact