by Myrta Köhler
Artwork, “White Flower” by Alexa Gaffaney
A melody I heard in winter
leads the way, creating stones, walls, stairs
that ask about tomorrow and sing
of yester-yesterday.
Blind windows become my looking-glass,
but I long to get lost. Once,
the universe was reflected in me – but I
cannot remember all, so let me
forget all and be re-born in every
moment, unheard of and without
a name.
You’ve killed me with a compliment.
No longer can I be
your “dream come true”. You boasted
with me, but if you can
say no more, say nothing. I won’t be defined –
or dreamt – by you.
I’ll have champagne midst moving-boxes.
Who dares endure the In-Between?
From my new shelter I see but sky.
I have forgotten all about the universe,
unrecognized am I.
But no one is ever lost,
someone has said.
