Lancaster PA

Working in a steel works to get the money to fly after you

I’d sit in the garden drinking tea in japanese raku bowls

reading your scribbled letters on blue flimsy airmail pages

I’m not sure to this day what made you say OK follow me

a crazy thing to do considering the secret you kept from me

I flew in and you kept up your pretence love closed my eyes

I spent some time in Connecticut and returned unannounced

opening the door listening to sounds in a darkened house

found you with him the secret was out and I closed the door.




“I love borders. August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know.

Twilight is the border between day and night, and the shore is the border between sea and land. The border is longing: when both have fallen in love but still haven’t said anything. The border is to be on the way. It is the way that is the most important thing.”

Tove Jansson