round the table places set, make a wish, headscarf, cloudbreak.
lay serviettes, wash salad, a helping hand. these gestures,
i know them still, just can’t place them any more. awnings
weather, now. everything’s fallen so still. i’d wish you’d
be waiting on the stairs for me when i arrived,
at night. how many notches have you made. sparks, flight.
then erased over. lines placed like harmonies. which
provides, lends support. winds. soon there’d be hail. chasing
through flower beds, into the cold store, fetch the cakes. here,
please shorten this a bit, at the hem, pressed shut, both eyes.
i’d have liked to have picked up a match and struck it.
stove ring. didn’t want it to end, with milking stool,
chervil. two sides of the same sofa. what’s rocking to and fro
counts, through time. everything else kept on hold so long,
like this table.
for else seel (5.4.1898‒2.12.1988)