As long as we can imagine
We can find
I am lost with names
You cannot regain me from the ruins
We live where places
Are baptized without water
Christened without words
We are never holy
For once
Can you describe where you live
Tell me the spins and turns
I can learn the landmarks
And the forgotten corners
More easily than speaking the names
Of strange streets
Either I call home this comfort I found
Or leave lacking a sense of direction
I have stayed too long
Thought I had grown back my wings
Only to find my ears bleeding more heavily
From telephone calls
That brought me places I can only hear
In this feeling of vagueness
We learn that we only go
Where others had already gone --
This certainty of describing
Can soothe the fear of going astray
I can imagine the third street
From where I turned left
The alley between highways
The fourth house with blue gate
The home right after a white volkswagen car
But never the names of places
That have grown hostile
They deny having met me
We are born --
An unfinished piece
In our inability to speak
Grow up frisking mouth
For words are served like food
We just have to taste them
We never wait for places
To speak about us
For they never will
We search after knowing
Where the lost can be
With the certainty
Of being able to describe
Blessed by imagining
