Edita’s Reviews > Windows and Stones: Selected Poems > Status Update

October's sea flashes its cold
dorsal fin of mirages.

Nothing's left that remembers
the racing sails' white dizziness.

Two truths approach each other. One comes from within,
one comes from without-and where they meet you have the chance
to catch a look at yourself.
Noticing what is about to happen, you shout desperately: "Stop!
Anything, anything, as long as I don't have to know myself."

So many things I loved, have they no significance?