Washed Away

Washed away

My friends have gone away with my
weekly visits. Decisions materialised,
others, forgotten in the morning
exactly at the same time as
the alarm clock goes off,
brothers and sister
ill and gone,
their smell and steps on this earth
are becoming vague, imperceptible
but deep, deep in my flesh
best of my time was with them,
when love and pain were forged.

I call my mother
with the same high pitch
vocal tone, emphasis,
but she has been gone
for 25 years,
each year means nothing to me
but a vast gap, a roar
at different times of the day,
I would not name my friends,
new or old, they are diluted in my morning coffee.
I love them inside my throat
there is space for them, in my mouth
nowhere else.
Love built the tower
of Babylon, where languages,
all languages are incomprehensible
just because there are spoken by us.

On the shore  specimen,
pieces, chunks, morsels, remains
particles, samples,  fragments
rubble with a curious smell
are a scene of jubilation