Same Summer in a Different Year.
SAME SUMMER IN A DIFFERENT YEAR And to our ear, the words sale And sail are pronounced the same, And this is the same boat we rented Before, before the first window Opened on the old house, before The glass was forever scratched, Before its latch broke off in our Hands, and it, like some thought, Would never shut again. Try Putting patience in an empty Bucket, or try to wear forever The death scarf taken as a souvenir From someone whose last thoughts Were of starving of something, Or simply staring at the curtain In the breeze, the open window, The world outside of us, The ensemble of late, great sounds, The upupa's wobbly flight into The flowering acacias, all flair and All plume, or the spoon's sound In the empty bowl, crutched in Its limitless clinking. The second Thought has to always follow The first, frisked and shamed and Absolutely hiding nothing as Original as change, the faint bloom Of those we were sure had died, We had been to see them off to Their own deaths, more of the same, The same ground holding a different Body, shovel slashing earth, a mound The rain eventually flattens, like Flatter, like a false friend. But let's Think the worst, that we didn't Change planes, that the garden Didn't like being a garden any Longer but had no way of telling Us that, and there's Mahmoud Darwish, dead and done for, four Commemorative stamps on a letter Still on a desk, that we're thinking Will someone at least please send It! Let it travel in someone's pouch To some other part of the world, The opposite of world, where we Wander like postulants, reading The same word again and again. It's the again we want to gainsay But can't, turning off the flashlight And thinking again we can see, If we really want to, in the dark, Seeing something sempiternal, Lacking sameness, a pair of shoes Washed up by a wave, our size, But where would we walk in Them, where would they take Us that we really wanted to go, Stepping over a stream, we who Once read all that the wind wrote, Water boiling in a clay pot and Summer heat, the heart having Failed we can't bring ourselves to Write about, the long absence Of death, and then death, like A clean cloth on the window, Wet hands wringing out the scene.
Awakening of all things, spiral failure (to deceive); lebensraum, life space (taking Poland); spinal; the new and the more of the same; the same boat we rented before; the words sale and sail are pronounced the same; lack of same, simultaneous, ensemble, assemble; sempre, sempiternal; anacoluthon, abrupt change in syntax in a sentence; semplice, hamadryad, same summer in a different year; sand blind, semi-blind, sentient, changeover, clang, clang; changed the yard into a garden, a light that changes color; change planes; after Mahmoud Darwish's death: four commemorative postage stamps