So long, John!

ON YOUR ISLAND

On your island
does the night fall later?
Am i walking a little ahead of you
so that no snake will bite
your sandalled foot?

The balance is never made
This is why the stars are silent
offering no account.

How to measure
a season
against
the calender of your absence?

How to measure
the stream
of my tangled light
in the mountain
of what has been
and will be?

The balance is never made.

Yet in the night your eyes and mine
sounding one another
show no trace of vertigo.

John Berger


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