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Enheduanna #2
And perhaps you are looking today at a sky whose blue sapphire radiance often makes her sing, and you hear her singing now. Perhaps you pass a man on the street chewing on an unlit cigar, and you grin. Perhaps you see a couple in a café sharing a bottle of the Apollonio Divoto Copertino, Rosso Riserva 1997 whose jammy presence once made you pucker and think of her lips. Perhaps you watch a woman with long, dark hair peek at you and smile as she walks by, hips swaying. Perhaps a mutual acquaintance mentions her name to your secret relish. Perhaps a tourist asks you for directions and he shall look at you with gentle, brown eyes. Perhaps you walk by an alley and pause at the scent of a rose.
Perhaps all of these occur within the frame of a single dream you want to last forever. But you must wake to begin pacing again the streets of a city ruled by absentee gods, causing you and she for years to approximate each other with others. This city where you learned that “the random does not suffice.” Where you know she wrote the text for books whose titles encompass Purity, Smoke, Thrill, Shield, Brush, Mote, Sheen – which is to say, The Encyclopedia of the Om.
Perhaps this evening the moon shall arrive prematurely because your eyes long for her.Your anticipation shall be so keen that you shall discover the moon before it becomes its mythical image of a pearl, as immortalized on an untold number of paintrings. You shall see the virgin moon’s form as a ruby that fell from her soft cheek. You shall feel her whisper “Commitment costs” in the tone of an ecstatic whose radiant eyes reveal no remorse.
Perhaps there is an empty chair near where you pause in you wanderings. You shall see the space, the form it etches from space. Perhaps its geometry will be traversed by the gold track of a sunbeam, making you anticipate her poem about a chair whose expanse is the totality of a planet still unexplored.
Copyright ©2005 Carayan Press
