September 27

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The moon is the moon,
regardless. Some things

are certain, say,
great bodies of water,

stark mountains—
I return to them

as I return to you,
a pilgrim.

That is not to say
I believe

in much, only
that some things

are too familiar to deny,
even this moon, half

-eclipsed, playing at
garnet, even you,

now far again,
but still known, always

known, there is
a landscape,

a knowledge,
that cannot be denied—

when I first
saw your face

it was an act
of remembrance,

what else
is there to say?

17 Comments

  1. Pingback: September 27 | Translations from the English

    • Like a river flows surely to the sea…some things are meant to be I suppose Elvis had first dibs on the “large bodies of water” bit 🙂

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  2. I love this part the most:

    when I first
    saw your face

    it was an act
    of remembrance,

    what else
    is there to say?

    Love is all about remembering.

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    • Thank you for your kind comment! It also seems paradoxical. Or whimsical? Droll? Certainly a theme worth returning to… 🙂

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  3. You have an old soul. We recognise these things! That’s exactly the feel I was going for in Poetry (10). Lovely to have you back.

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