The second time I see the loneliness in Eden,
how under the paradisal sun the beach
erodes past the tin hope of the Beauregard Catholic
Church,
the cairn of sea shells at Blind Pass,
how the matted brown flaps at the parting of
my body
from the Body, my soul from the Soul.
We are closer to undoing, the landscape declaring
our lives
in the pigmy heads of coconuts, on the vacant,
dangerous road
where the Gumbo Limbo Apts. rise from the sand
on stilts
and a murder of crows rails over us as if we were
grain . . . .
Copyright © 1989 by
Nadya Aisenberg.
From Before We Were Strangers
by Nadya Aisenberg, Forest Books, 1989.
