Poetry: "And Diving" by Guy Gavriel Kay

[keilexandra]

Excerpted from Beyond This Dark House by Guy Gavriel Kay [p.85]:


And Diving

Late night
in a cold bed,
far away.

Yesterday I dreamed
that you had died,

arcing from a bridge
to black water.

I arrived too late
and diving,

could only bring
your body back to be
whitened by moonlight.

I was crying, holding
your still hands.

Late night,
cold bed, telling myself
I do not love you,

remembering your voice,
your hands in my hair.