HIS PROMISE

HIS PROMISE

…If I disappeared into one of the ruby-red rooms/of the pomegranate, would you stain/your fingers to search for me?---From “Each Question is Always the Same Question” by Luisa A. Igloria, Via Negativa, 08-11-11

You could not hide from me if you tried,

no ruby-red chambers have room enough

to shield you from my dowse, my heart’s

divining rod, I will find you. I must. 

Would stains stop me? Neither will filth.

Each question you ask will be the same

question I will always seek to answer

if this search shall take me from here 

to the last seed that would have sprouted

from dry clay hiding your eyes, your limbs,

your mouth in each branch or leaf, or twig.

I shall kiss them all, and I will find you.

---Albert B. Casuga

08-11-11