on our way to Fez, Morocco, 2019, canon, Sylvie GE
I knew what strength was
but did not move
I spoke in parable
when respondent to answer unanswerable questions
I was already missing the silence of the streets
in the bright light that sounded
the death knell for the birds dreaming
of ancient dinosaurs
Wales, 2016, canon, Sylvie GE
The beginning of the end
since the beginning of the day.
The end of the beginning
everything that no longer exists
a trembling beauty
frozen in the puddles
Port-Royal, Jamaica, January 2019, canon, Sylvie Ge
When I thought about it, at all the time I spent in the waiting room with old magazines and photos on the wall rescued from attics, I felt like a bird perched on an old fridge, in an old boat, waiting for answers, for questions, for fish.
tui, Nelson, September 2018, canon, Sylvie Ge
Let’s suppose it is
summer and a perfume of flower is evaporating in the air. Dry. Some regrets on the porch of the church and a tui claiming its freedom.