From Susanoo to CapeTanaerum

When I return

My voyage would have taken

The space of foggy days

In cities of square windows

And women with large hands

Of sleepy ports and ships dreaming of seas

Of white stone houses and rain-softened wooden doors

Behind which my dreams

Left a promise and kept me outside

For I did not ask for more

As my space of wondering days

Had enough room for only one

When I return

I will tell of those lands

Where I was but did not visit

Where I loved and did not resist

About the swing of sun-bleached wooden windows

Open upon fields of wheat, olive orchards

Mossy graveyards or snowy hills

When I return

My voyage would have taken

The space of a summer rain

Upon a field of coquelicot

                                                                                     

November 20, 2011
©Vahé Kazandjian, 2013