in a world of rooms to meet

November 2016

 

in a world of rooms to meet
we meet and we pass by
lives hardly touch but coincide
we then remain in signs

no more than sudden
restless eyes
a hidden word, a sight

it’s only when all doors are shut
all rooms are closed and white
that you arrive

that words occur to me at night
of waiting and of ways to know
that life is speech
and silence

kh 2004