hearing my name

eyes open close
the world the same
and yet here
in a land
where my name
is not spoken
there it is
once more
like an old friend
come home
the journey over
the gate closed
the door opened
home briefly
again

4 thoughts on “hearing my name

  1. To be seen, to be known in such a casual way, so casual the speaker probably had no idea what saying your name meant to you. I like to breathe in the poems you translate and share… but I so enjoy how you weave your own words together.

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