…like the theatre
and dancer’s passion
I passed through your land and wish to return.
I glanced at your face and my home I’ll now spurn.
I gazed in your eyes and your will I must learn.
Everyday is a Journey
and the journey itself is home.
~ Matsuo Batso
Late into the night your image appears
slowly, like Cassiopeia, to grow
in little specs of pure light
to challenge darkness and danger.
In full brightness you dance in my vision,
billowing swan grey with filmy mist…
The trees are blue, blue is orange
red and white
See me here in your midst
In front of you alone holding on
to your sight…
I will always say
that for me Sabine began
with her hair
with her lips…
why do I crave you
was Oedipus trapped
is my penis at fault…
We only ask that in your readings
of this, the play and all proceedings,
be now thus of Theban mind
and unto gods so be kind.
Knowing that the gods are real
as the Greeks of old did feel,
lest thou must in fear conceal
thine own little Achilles heel.