Monica's Place

In my country
in my region
in my landscape
sits my town
amongst others on this plain.

I was chosen to be born in one place.

The heat of summers
altered
humans into reptiles.

The women walked slowly
and the men sat to share
hours after daybreak
once the women had watered
and washed
and hung
and exchanged the eternal complicity
which united them
and familiarized them each with the other
and each with their line
beyond the horizon of their maternal parentage.

Days,
hours
and years
of silent conversation
time longer
but as mute
as a
comet's tail.

© Julyen Hamilton - July 1994

Written on watching the dancer Monica Extremiana.