The beauty from my hometown
Many years later I return to my childhood home
and run into the former beauty of the town
near the abandoned ancient well.
Her carriage is lithe as a young girl’s, and
her laughter ripples from the tip of her tongue.
Surprised by her, I feel tenderness. It reminds me
of all the places I have travelled, all
the women I have seen, the way they dance
just like the waves which divide time and divide us.
While I was lost in thought, she’d already turned
and walked away, leaving just her departing form
reminding me of her charm when she was young.