Searching for that someone
you have never known. I sit alone
in a rotating corner—shadows forming
all your favorite shapes.
My dream-self does not knowwhere it belongs in such dreams.
Always wishing it could tell you
that I am findable. That in your equation
I can be proven.
You’ve seen my silhouette, coming off the wallsyou walk along. It hinders the burning sun for you;
is a barrier when it’s cold.
But have you looked closely, lately?
And though not in the shape of a crownor a single, confident rose,
it is not a dangerous thing.
It is not meaningless.
Did you even know, you’re its maker?
These are the things I want to tell you.But my dream-tongue must hold.
It holds because I know that in the place
where we actually speak
we are speaking our last words.
(From the books Selected Poems 2004-2007
and Collected Poems)