Saudade: a ballad

At first, there was a wasteland.

Two goddesses came to the bottom

Of a hill, and found each other, a meeting of moons.

And joined, like a kiss upon a mirror,

And left, separately, tho, conjoined,

And began orbiting one the other,

Like satellites, a singular, spiral galaxy.

And then their earthly counterparts:

The one, I, gloomy, thought,

“What do I have to offer?” the one her,

With friends and career

So not knowing anything, reaching within

Very deep, I found a secret I, the centre,

The cusp of which is the continent

We’re upon, the Word at the centre,

A gift for a gift, an offering, an inward outward

Vision, betwixt, outward inwardly shared

A pouring fullness of an infinitely empty cup,

Love on love,

A palm that could sculpt, out of the wasteland,

A chariot to heaven, at her command

(Lose myself/find myself stupidly blinking

At her, like satellites) I become dumb,

Like Hesse’s naked brown samana,

Awaiting a command – to live my secret

As it takes its shapes in spirals, forming

Galaxies around us – is what I have to offer

– over the Wasteland