all the forgetting

 

each time I begin to talk to God about me

I find myself talking about you

and God has nothing against it

every time I ask God:  "does he love me?"

He sends me a sign

this little rubber green ball

rolling by itself

in front of me

I knew it: "love is before love"

each thought before thinking

and so on

life before being born

don't ever tell me there is no future

the days are longer

the darkness never leave us

this little green ball

already proved its powers

what song and by whom?

what do you think other people imagine

when they talk to each other?

words

and then silence

and then
words again

who is to do all the forgetting

If not love, then the rivers

perhaps?

Transatlantic- Heather McHugh, Gandul lui

https://www.lapunkt.ro/2021/02/transatlantic-heather-mchugh-gandul-lui/

All that is Perfect - audio

https://archive.org/details/all-that-is-perfect

Transatlantic- Peter Cherches, Unde este ea

https://www.lapunkt.ro/2021/02/transatlantic-peter-cherches-unde-este-ea/ 

exposed

there is this urgency to leave

because my thirst is fitted to innocence

because in silence language can not wound 

itself 

or others

it cannot slice the air into thin boring parts

my face worn

like an old piece of carved wood 

how could I go back to my childhood years 

of movement 

of blue skies?