OYA NOYA

Split, Croatia: Monografije Otvaranja, 2018

 

(VJEŠTICE)

 

Three tongues in your mouth,

in parallel, peristil, plave-blue pearl.

 

Each calls from the sea

like a shell to the ear.

 

          The old white stone

          is as alive as we

          are led to it.

 

There is a language in me that wants

to be mine but won’t come easy.

 

A thrum in the autumn air and a word

in the heart in the poem.

 

          Stacked and narrow

          secret ways, strung

          with sleeping flags.

 

Pulled toward a perception we know

and want but won’t yet say,

 

we move images through air,

no border guard to search them.

 

          To love is a skill,

          and to name it a verse.

          To sustain it, a craft.

 

From the word, skillful or versed

as in the craft of making

 

from nothing

a way.

 

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