Moving from one world to another
is like dying in a dream
of hands and water.
Nothing is forgiven because
nothing is remembered
but the desires remain the same:
to be in a room with others
satisfied
tired of wonder
holding each other
with the good secret
of no longer having to insist on going
where we think we have to go.
©Gregory Kan
Gregory Kan’s work has featured in literary journals including Atlanta Review, Cordite, Jacket, Landfall, The Listener, SPORT and Best New Zealand Poems, as well as art exhibitions, journals and catalogues. His first book of poetry, This Paper Boat, was shortlisted for the 2017 Ockham New Zealand Book Awards. His second book of poetry, Under Glass, is forthcoming with Auckland University Press in 2019.
Dying in a dream of hands and water got me!
What an image.
Thanks
Julie Biuso
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this poem is simply breathtaking – and hey your cookbooks are a go-to spot on my shelf – I once dreamed we made a poem / cookbook together!!!
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