Seeking

Nora was looking at the mirror,

Her two daughters sewing in the porch.

When the wind shook the house

and the roots of the apricot trees,

Bringing wild smells of the black silence

that used to exist under that roof,

Long before any man set his foot in,

Nora saw her animal eyes in the glass.

                                        

The sound of the dry leaves rushed her breath

like the lost god  of her deep darkness

in the room of  solid memories

“Lock the windows’’ she shouted

And her daughters ran, ran like jumping little spiders.

image: From the film La Petite (Louis Malle)