Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Weaving a carpet

I remember 
This one tiny moment
When you shook my hand and
I tumbled
Back into the yard
Back into my room
And every prayer room

From that day I would follow
The weirdest invitations
To be
With you
In one and the same room

I would stand next to you
Make myself look silly
Speak in riddles
About lakes
Or about the moon

You must have heard me
But there were too many layers
Of unforgotten summers
Between your days
And my weaving loom

Now you are somewhere
No more invitations
Just a glimpse
And I sit quietly
Weaving a carpet
Of tiny moments
In my hollow room

Watch myself tumbling
Out of this world
Every lake
And every planet's moon