..

Time comes in waves here, a sickness, one
day after the other rolling on;
I move up, its called
awake, then down into the uneasy
nights but never
forward.

..

A universe that includes you
can't be all bad, but
does it? At this distance
you're a mirage, a glossy image
fixed in the posture
of the last time i saw you.

Variations on the Word "Sleep"

I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head

and walk with you through that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun & three moons
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear

I would like to give you the silver
branch, the small white flower, the one
word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief
at the center. I would like to follow
you up the long stairway
again & become
the boat that would row you back
carefully, a flame
in two cupped hands
to where your body lies
beside me, and you enter
it as easily as breathing in

I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.

-- Margaret Atwood

sevišķi, kad esmu slima un dzīvoju visu dienu pidžamā, es aizdomājos par to, cik ļoti man patīk mana ķermeņa smarža.
man ārkārtīgi patīk, kā smaržo manis mazliet ievalkātas drēbes, ieskaitot apakšveļu, kad vēl nav netīras. (tāds pavisam ļoti sasvīdis netīrs gan vairs nepatīk)
iespējams, tas ir kaut kāds primitīvs teritoriāls instinkts, kaut kāda piederības apstiprināšana, nezinu.
varbūt varētu lietu antropolōģijā par šito rakstīt noslēguma eseju, lai gan sazin, vai/kā to varēs pienācīgi teorētiski sasaistīt.