SHAPE OF ABSENCE XXII
No you haven’t passed. You’re always here with your small
bed, your chair, your carriage, with the immense kingdom
of your first words
with your austere joy as you talked to the stones for hours,
to the flowers, to the little birds in the garden.
You haven’t passed. You remain here, always playing with
the light and your toys
while we’re away kept by insignificant tasks, such as
shopping in the marketplace, a court case, the signs of stores
that always make us delay. And you’re waiting.
Because while the leaves that gather around you, the house pets,
the furniture
keep company to your fully lit loneliness, you, using a glass,
build a high glass tower
and you are waiting for us to climb up the internal
stairway to get next to you, so you can enjoy your
first big accomplishment. And we are delaying.
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