As you guess

the dolphin's leap or a trace of lemons in the north wind

you foretell my clumsy words

when we renew our love in the mist.

My smile comes easy

on days when blue rain washes the coastline.

An earthy wind drifts from one window to the next.

You left me, yes, you did.

But in the bodies of others I still have you.

The hum of anxiety is there:

the threat and bang of a terrifying immortelle

in the life journey the palms of your hands purport,

in the geographical map of my violet silences.

On days when smoke-clouds soak the island

it's likely that I'll let you in.

The limp valerian knocks softly on the slate.

You left me, yes, you did.

But in the bodies of others I still have you.

© Miren Agur Meabe