“You have received a letter”
It is crisply folded
and neatly signed.
The black stamp type
more official than God.
It is an end
that I have been waiting
to fall, this declaration,
since years.
As quickly as I have scanned it,
I am checking
my reaction.
Emotional or coldly rational,
Emotional or coldly rational,
pain-filled probably
and yet…surprisingly
No.
No.
Time is time
is time as
everyone promised.
I trace the letter V
with my pinky finger,
flying it into a wing.
“Goodbye
once Love.
I let you flow on
like the river,”
In order to have
this invitation –
accepted –
to sing.
A letter received, a hot shower taken followed by a walk along the Rhône amidst a howling wind. I stopped and said a sort of prayer to the water.
On we go.
As always, I am so grateful for your being here, whether I write poems or tourist tomes, I rely on you.
Bisous.
Be safe, be smart, be kind, be well.
Heather
