Searching for the talisman
Searching for the talisman
Reflections on language and life inspired by a classic Italian cookbook

That evening

 

when we all gathered

when there was    finally   

           only one direction this could go

I held my hand over her heart

 

and closed her fingers around another—

a heart she’d once given me lavender-stuffed

red velvet LOVE stitched in fine white

           across its belly

 

we whispered her name

we whispered we are all here 

we listened to the air’s tremble

 

she half-sat    eyes closed    one leg on the bed

           the other dropped to the floor

twice we tried to raise the foot up

twice she planted it firmly down again

 

as if to say    I want OUT OF THIS MESS

as if to say  it’s time to write a song      

                     go to a gig          

                                      make love

 

as if to say    you cannot stop me

                     no one can stop me

                     I am already dancing    

                                                  somewhere else