Tzara
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The Journey to the Eastsight: an ancestor of yours
sound: symphonic music
scent: something sweet (not necessarily food)
taste: water
touch: something shiny
Faith is stronger than so-called reason.
—Hermann Hesse
I was thinking of my grandmother at 17,
writing a journal in her country Norwegian
as she crossed from "Quebek"
in the cheap class of the train, mesmerized
by the beauty of the plains
she rode clacking past.
Now I am heading the other direction,
dreaming of Mahler's "Adagietto,"
and trying to write something
that could explain why this journey,
with its doubtful outcome, is so necessary
yet so wholly unlike my cautious—well, shy—
approach to life. Bring me a poem,
the message said, and even my tablet's screen
and the close air of the train car
smelled as sensual and sweet as jasmine
in full bloom; even the bottled water,
tepid as stale tea, tasted fresh as spring.
Then, when I imagine your unclothed body,
as boundless as the prairie streaming past,
I think of flipping a new quarter
onto the firm flesh of your belly,
to mark the spot where I will first seek
the treasure I hope there to unearth.
sight: trees
sound: bird calls
scent: ozone
taste: comfort food of any kind
touch: cloth