In my mind
Your image shimmers
As the sylph
Of some remote,
Imagined, woodland pool.
Yet as I dream
And in dreaming feel
Those appreciable incompletions
Which memories
Serve as crystal
Serves the seer.
I am the thinker
And you,
The insubstantial thought.
Cross-legged
I sit
And study
The indifference
Of whirlpools
In a tea cup.
The meditations are long
And the tea is
Already cold.
Your voice is
A departed echo.
The silence will not
yield.
Barefoot
And smiling
I recite your name
into the hollow infinity
Of a tea cup.
And rejoice at the echoes of
anticipated sounds.
This is the only happiness
I know.