THE POET'S LINES

 

I have just quoted them,

to a colleague sitting by,

during the teachers’ assembly,

that was trickling on as ever

in ferocious bureaucracy.

Now they are still shining silently

against the backdrop of normality.

 

Maybe summoned by a force

that’s not ours, behind the clamor,

in the fundamental silence,

they can always speak

with the suddenness of eternity,

like a thunderclap turned inward

and beyond.