N o t a t i o n s   (1)

The curve infinity follows
The depth of a stone and its many voices
Swish of the wave in its erotic advance upon the beach
The birch we halted by that summer’s evening
Saying yes to the moonlight, saying yes to the dark
Language of shadow, language of light
Footsteps we retraced that summer
Memories of Aran, memories of Crete
The many lives, the many deaths, the many in-betweens
The ferry to the islands
Drinking cold water in the mountain of Montenegro
The elegies that transformed into psalms
The psalms we then sang
The stone jar by the open window in Gania
Flower pots in Cordoba
Your smile on the bus
Aran merging into Crete and the one song sung for both
Glitter, glitter, language and memory
Ithaca and Jerusalem
In the heart, in the mind
All journeys ending, ending there
All beginnings beginning in Flanders