I find four of your books in my letter box
a generous gift, a shy retreat.
When did you come? Why didn’t you knock?
The Door in the Air transports
compels entry into Dangerous Spaces
Space transformed with magic & science
brought to mischievous articulation
The Catalogue of the Universe where
Tricksters rhymed with voices that dare
disturb in dazzling virtuosity; boundaries
made strangely boundless
No one emerged quite the same.
Squirrel nuts stored in baby bubbles: I watch
you feed your grand daughter my spicy
pot-luck gado gado salad; not hot, the child
Lunching at the De Luxe Café you quiz me
on assimilation & acculturation
We share an evening at the Court Theatre
This Other Eden connects then & now.
Years later we meet again at Downstage
didn’t know it would be your last reading
before the wind between the stars swept
you away crossing Time & Space
romancing our literary landscape
lighting our way
The Door in the Air closes
on your cryptic farewell
What’s your next role?
I won’t know until I get there.
1 August 2015