BACK TO THE GARDEN
(For Luisa, at 50)
I don’t know either how to find/the way back to the garden; only/now there is everything to say. /Moths lie still on the mesh/of the window, light /being the project/never quite done. --- From “Lost Lyric” by Luisa A. Igloria, Via Negativa, 09-02-11
In our peculiar roundabout ways,
we have tried to retrace our way
back to the garden, using words
as lanterns to light obscured paths
we hope to find again, know again,
walk through again till we get there.
Like the still moths on the window,
we gather toward flames where
they glow warmest, to keep us alive
when falling off into dark nights
of hurt and doubt, of wordlessness,
finding ourselves betrayed. Muted.
Light being the project never quite
done, have we not arrogated a task
of flitting about like fireflies, carting
fire to recondite places where lost
flower eaters long still for burning
bushes billowing with quiet words?
---Albert B. Casuga