FOR A BLANK BOOK
I have a peculiar
leaf shaped ears my fur is forest coloured when your flesh first uttered words I lost understanding you said I attend stone and not flesh source and not blood bread and not bone your flesh your blood your bone which brings you to mistrust of me and all the while the stone bleeds the source calls your name the bread is broken but you cannot see or hear or taste listen then, my love, to the wind blowing and the sound of breath over the grassy forest floor but know I did not bend to the right or to the left all the while that I loved you Copyright © 1985 Joy Kogawa. All rights reserved. |
