Reply to Thomas Bot’s ‘Ode to Regret’

Felo de se, right by the sea
Water calling me

Soil in my name
Time and stain

Today, I name the rain healer
Let its silver hit my face in a whisper.

Let my clumsy hands catch a glimpse
Of my old crimps

Of the grand space between decay
and dismay. This way:

grief, wilt, blue, the impurity of not
pouring out tears could finally rot

and find dawn in my dark.
find my pair in an ark.

And these remains
might quench the banes

that my weak frame
has learnt to tame.

Felo de se, right by the sea
Water calling me.

LARDO