The Way Towards Each Other
by Jeni Couzyn
The way towards each other is through our bodies.
Words are the longest distance you can travel
So complex and hazardous you
Lose your direction.
Time is no way either. A river mouth it opens
To a mixing of waters, a tidal
Diffusion, never
a consummation.
In our bodies we are fallen in a thorn thicket.
Out is a tearing apart, a letting of juices.
Inside though is a pathway, a tremulous compensation–
The possibility of touching.
Couzyn, Jeni. The selected poems of Jeni Couzyn. Toronto, Exile Editions, 2000.
