Your touch suprises me
like a breath of sea air in the city
and I don’t know which way to move
in the opposing landscapes of my senses.
As if, crossing a street I have lived in for years
the taste of salt comes to my mouth
and I lose sight of what I’m walking towards:
a window that has caught and reflected
all that is familiar; or the edge of this island
from where we can at last look out.
“Closer”, Lavinia Greenlaw.
*Pour R, mon amour, si loin et si proche.