And in my dream
I was that gull in your hand.
It
is
all on another hill.
The ferry ride. The lost island of Mull.
That beach without a house. And the man
Who was also you-
Holding me high to the wind.
THE (REAnON OF THE ANIMALS
We were angels before the sky lost us
I touched myself
my hands were new
were not hands
We
spoke sounds that no one understood
that were no longer words
Sandra Hochman
He would come and watch our mouths learning the food
he gave us
in love with his own brilliance
Using
his
power had left him innocent
and he thought he had made us new
not rrussmg us
not knowing he had blundered
and we had fallen from the sky like tiles from a mosaic
never dreaming his strength had struck out
beyond his will
Later on
when he saw that things had gone wrong
beyond
his
power to restore them
it rested him to look at us
And I found I could love him in his weakness
