In the alleged non-existence,
among fears and yearnings,
between melodies and verses
there is a chorus
born in the bread of giving
nurtured in a cloud
painted in the transparency of dewdrop
and longing,
a voice-ensemble
adept at silence
and silencing,
and I am sure
in this rush of element and sorrow
histories and misreadings
trapped and trapping in smile
and hesitation,
there's a you that looks my way.
So let me say
softly,
softer than the falling of stars from an eyelash,
'there is a meeting of gaze
and it is sacred'.
among fears and yearnings,
between melodies and verses
there is a chorus
born in the bread of giving
nurtured in a cloud
painted in the transparency of dewdrop
and longing,
a voice-ensemble
adept at silence
and silencing,
and I am sure
in this rush of element and sorrow
histories and misreadings
trapped and trapping in smile
and hesitation,
there's a you that looks my way.
So let me say
softly,
softer than the falling of stars from an eyelash,
'there is a meeting of gaze
and it is sacred'.
[from the collection 'Threads', shortlisted for the Gratiaen Award 2007]
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