domingo, agosto 21

My heart born naked



My heart born naked


was swaddled in lullabies.

Later alone it wore

poems for clothes.

Like a shirt

...I carried on my back

the poetry I had read.



So I lived for half a century

until wordlessly we met.



From my shirt on the back of the chair

I learn tonight

how many years

of learning by heart



I waited for you.


John Berger