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AROUND THE TWIG I SAT

SHADED BY A PLUCKED LEAF

WAITING UPON HIM,

THE RATTLES AND THE SEEDS SPEAK



STEPPING CLOSER

AS HE WAVED ME COME,

THE OLD DIVINER SMILED

POINTING INTO HIS BOWL:



'LOOK IN THERE, IT IS ON ITS WAY'



AND I

WITH SHOOTING EYES OF HOPE

SEARCHED FOR THE FACE TO COME

THE RATTLES AND THE SEEDS SPEAKING ON



THEN,

ALMOST WEARY WITH THE GAZE

I SOUGHT TO LIFT

MY HEAD AND FACE

AND AGAIN PUT IT AWAY



BUT THE BOWL SHOOK.....

FIRST IT WAS A FORM

COMING SLOWLY..



THOSE EYES

THAT NOSE

THAT MOUTH, THAT COLOUR

THAT FACE OF FACES



IT CAME AT LAST

NOT STRANGE

KNOWN, CALM AND CLEAR

MY LOVER'S FACE

YOUR FACE.