SOMEWHERE

Photo by Bobby Wong Jr.

SOMEWHERE 

So we reverberate to each other’s calling: /silence is a desert hung with midnight stars, /the thrum of quiet waking. Somewhere a wing, /rippling air that the other breathes. --- From “Charms” by Luisa A. Igloria, Via Negativa, 8-27-11 

It is what we have absently forgotten,

that we still abide in a strange gyroscope

of happenstance of giving and taking,

of coming and going, visions and revisions. 

Or there simply is nothing to remember

from the darkness whence we came except

the pain of pushing or pulling out of a hole

into a yet more fearsome cave of struggle. 

Is it dread then that is left in our satchels?

This journey has neither maps nor diviners

to guard against a free fall into an abyss

of irreducible gloom and cold desert silence. 

Is this dome of midnight stars also a strum

for a quiet waking into a space of loneliness?

Or are these spaces our own echo chambers

where ripples of our calls are heard by others? 

Somewhere a wing roils the air that the other

breathes. Somewhere the tremulous murmur

of a prayer is answered. Somewhere an old

question is asked: Am I my brother’s keeper? 

---Albert B. Casuga

08-28-11