orphans

here the night, a party,
turkish marriage, hotel,
alone, an orphan too,
since the birth of I,

postpartal, an orphan
in love, divorced,
widowed, not needed,
at least still another

to care for, a love
i carry unexpectedly,
a grace life gave me.
i cannot be bored.

an orphan in the sea,
flowing, breathing, free.
loss gave sadness, now
the wind has calmed

i don’t need anything,
used to be alone amongst
the many, i am not waiting
for miracles nor for death

Godot does not live here,
we have met many
a time, i told him not
to come, he is near.

life is happening now
and death is release
into another space.
i smell the night

and the memory of
a rose. i will not
say all is relative
but all is related.

i will not say
nothing matters
but all matters.
i will listen to plants

trees, birds, a voice
touching me inside,
across a thousand miles,
my soul and yours.

i wonder about pain,
how do i feel the waves
and why is it joy
to let me be carried

up and down afloat,
it makes me sleepy,
all images turning
in my mind, turning

and turning like mantras.
i give me to the dance,
i give me, i’d give me
to you with a blessing.

now i pray with you
through fathomless silence
without purpose nor need.
we pray though you don’t know.