Wednesday, June 18, 2008

San Antonio by Naomi Shahib Nye


Tonight I lingered over your name,
the delicate assembly of vowels
a voice inside my head.
You were sleeping when I arrived.
I stood by your bed
and watched the sheets rise gently.
I knew what slant of light
would make you turn over.
It was then I felt
the highways slide out of my hands.
I remembered the old men
in the west side café,
dealing dominoes like magical charms.
It was then I knew,
like a woman looking backward,
I could not leave you,
or find anyone I loved more

3 comments:

  1. I love that moment when she is lingering over the vowels of his name, like it's some exotic elixir and the image of all the highways sliding out of her hands. Perfection.

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