Elemental mother,
whose heart has known time’s crafting knife
and yet remains unscarred by time,
in your heart is a residency I’ve longed for,
in your eyes waters that heal,
and from your fingertips
flow narratives gathered from broken histories
they teach me things,
simple things like patience
like tenderness
like giving,
and even love.
Yes, often from a distance.
A fingertip away, an arm’s length maybe,
beyond sight perhaps,
and I think,
even when time and space are so warped
I can see you no more.
[From the collection 'The Underside of Silence', shortlisted for the Gratiaen Award 2009]
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