Nigel Forde

The Law of Diminishing Departures

I make tea from the water that you boiled
Before you left; use your special cup.
I choose this book because you read it last.
The fire I’ve kept in for days: these flames
Are still the ones you saw. The milk jug? Stet,
Because you left it there. I fool myself
With charms, connections, that should make you real
But punch your absence into every act.

I keep things too long; candles I won’t burn,
Logs, ditto, saved for feasts or rainy days;
The chances are tomorrow could be worse.
And now it is. I’ve kept you long enough.
I study to enjoy the chilly space
That closes round my hand instead of yours,
And walk on grass to watch the rising moon
Because you might be watching too. Because.

Mihaela Guzu

Nigel Forde

Legea micsorarii distantelor prin excese

Fac ceai din apa fiarta de tine
Inainte de a pleca; folosesc ceasca ta ,,speciala”.
Aleg aceasta carte pentru ca tu ai citit-o ultima.
Focul l-am mentinut zile-n sir: aceste flacari
Sunt inca cele pe care le-ai vazut.Cana cu lapte? Sta,
Pentru ca tu ai lasat-o acolo. Ma pacalesc ca prostul,
Cu farmece, legaturi, ce-ar trebui sa te faca reala
Dar care de fapt puncteaza absenta ta in fiecare gest.

Tin lucrurile prea mult; lumanari nu ard,
Busteni,idem, pastrati pentru mese bogate sau zile negre;
Sunt toate sansele ca maine sa fie mai rau.
Si maine e azi. Te-am pastrat destul timp.
Ma gandesc sa-nvat sa ma bucur de spatial inghetat
Ce-mi strange mana in locul mainii tale
Si merg pe iarba sa vad cum se ridica luna
Pentru ca la ea ai putea privi si tu. De aceea.