Samadanie

In your eyes

in the circle that captures

movement and being

in the net that gathers

sandstone histories

and anthills,

among which crawls unhappy love

random and shameless

conceding dream to illusion,

in the compass of gaze

that maps out thought-paths,

heart-runs,

unscrambles word-game

uncovers silences,

and in the blaze of that incomparable knowing,

I am naked

not as a child

but an old man,

incontinent and divested of shame.

inadequate.  

[from the collection 'Underside of Silence', shortlisted for the Gratiaen Award 2008]

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