ANCHOR

We met
On a clear evening.
The town was down with the blues,
Yet, we did not speak,
We said nothing,
Even though
we had missed each other so.

Such is life –
Hollow delirium
Striving for speech and wisdom,
Yet when uttering an “A”
It fails to connect
with any “B”…

Maybe that is good, even a must,
To keep the flame of dreams alive,
Like a wrecked vessel
laden with treasure
That does not rust
On the sands of
The shore…

Varand
1987
Translated By: Tatul Sonentz