Communion

dedicated to Octavio Paz 1914 – 1998

We watch a movie together
content in the recognition
of the same codes.

Yet I can’t get into your skin
I can listen,
touch.

But you have your
imaginings
and I have mine.

We can weave our visions though in the end,
I will return to the labyrinth of my soul
and you to yours.

When we walk in the park I wonder
if the green hues that wash my eyes
are the same for you.

I hear a dog barking
You kick a stone, together
we point at a cloud and laugh.

Published in Touched, Survivors’ Press, London (2006)