Eva Colombo, A day in exile, first chapter: The night of the black hat
(Inspired by Leonard Nimoy’s photo Eye contact,Chicago )
Tonight with this black hat I am a black moth snatched from the spiny sweetness
of her acacia tree by summer storms and flung many miles northwards, in the
Windy City. Tonight I am a black moth who looks for the light and finds the
flash of your camera. For an instant I feel into my warm dark eyes the light of
your flash as cold as the cold morning light of the day when you will leave me.
I won’t chase you with my black hat in my hand begging for the crumbs of your
love, like a black moth I won’t survive winter. Now I blow into you my breath
along with the smoke of my cigarette and I know that my breath in your memories
will be the dark shadow of an uninvited guest, I know that my breath in your
dreams will be the warm touch of a loving ghost. At dawn I will pull my black
hat over my eyes and my auburn hair will flow like a river kissed by the first
rays of the sun, and my breath in your sleep will be like the rustling of the
wind through the leafy braches of an acacia tree. |
