by Elmira Oktayevna Elvazova
The light goes into the next room.
As a child you remember parachuting off the kitchen table.
Your free-fall lasted all through dinner
That was a rude spattering of peas and bickering parents.
Everything slows down in darkness, except what doesn’t.
There are whole cities dedicated to staying awake forever.
It’s like an alchemy.
In the night-hollows of the forest something is feeding on the air.
We too were born out of darkness
To learn the words for rain.
I have to tell my best friend everything will be okay.
She is always seeing plexers.
It is not difficult to accomplish anything with this life.
To drape a curtain over an open window is to expect it to get going.
Spinning, in any kind of wind, in all kinds of snow.
By this you will have accomplished something then you’ll know
That now you are free to dive off the cliffs of your choosing,
In the summer hours, from the heights of your daring,
Resolved in the water.