Sul Campo Del Mare - Vilenica

V2-2010.PM52976/13/100, 12:15 PMC. D. WrightLike Having a Light at Your Back You Can’t SeeBut You Can Still FeelAs if it were streaming into your ear.The edges of a room long vanished.She is not really hearing what he’s really saying.The shine is going out of the groundbut they are sure of their footing.It’s not that they have been here before, butthey are young and they have water.There are masses of rose hips and they are noisy.The forward direction requires almost no effort.Consonant with this feeling of harmonycomes another, less comfortable.Not of being lost but of not belonging.Yet they were not covering the airwith false words.They moved along without talking,not touching.They wore their own smell.She tastes salt and they must be getting closer.Others are out there who are drifting.If this took place anywhere near the presidential palaceit would be non-stop terrifying.And this could be the reason she has started to scream.This poem is being used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press,www.coppercanyonpress.org297