Some verse

Deepest Remains
"What stays with you longest and deepest? Of curious panics
Of hard-fought engaements or sieges tremendous with deepest remains?"
- Walt Whitman

I.
In my early years, I spoke in many languages.
Then I grew quiet.

(This is not an obituary.)

Some of my dreams faded,
if they could count as dreams.

I was a good friend,
though I mostly called,
when there was no one else.

I was a poet,
though I only wrote
when there was nothing else.
(That was often enough.)

2.
I was truly in love once, at least as I remember it.

A boy from another country said,
I intend to go alone,
which is not what I intended.

I learned to sleep in a hammock,
my body sagging to the floor.

I bathed in the river fully clothed:
the cotton clung, translucent.
(A man watched from the outer banks.)

I spent the night on an ancient pyramid,
monkeys shrieking through the trees.

I bribed a guard to leave me alone,
and there was no one left to tell.

3.
A young man skipped ahead on the trail.
I must have said, Wait.
(Years passed.)
How could I say goodbye?

I sealed leftovers in ziploc bags;
I wore a flowered bathrobe.

I began to listen to books on tape,
especially biography.

(This is not an obituary.)

There was a jungle-book ending:
strands of dirty-blond light
shone through the spreading palms."

- Lexi Rudnitsky (1972 – 2005)

(Brilliant mughal-hybrid illustration by alexander and riyaz). A lot more from them soon I hope.

C