Only silence here,
marked by trickling thoughts from stalactite
and stalagmite, like a couple reaching
for each other across the years.
Outside, fishermen often return, empty, from
casting their nets, at this World Heritage site.
Fish do not pay admission charges, and locals
don’t eat well from selling small kitchen magnets
Inside, the guide rambles down dim passages,
the walls scraped by lovers carving their presence;
dates, hearts and arrows. Suddenly I wonder
what would you say if I left our names behind,
only an epitaph
of this holiday, something permanent.
Would you remember this moment with me,
or forget the scratching, loveless cities of my hands?
Poet Douglas Kearney and composer/producer/drummer Val Jeanty link up for a a compelling LP that feels like the written word come to life. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2021