Letter to my Deer
Thunder Bay, On
13th of June, 2013
My Dear,
I have been thinking for a long time about writing this letter to you. Only, every time I enter the writing room I feel how words abandon me into the hands of past memories. I feel deserted in front of still uncoated paper, and titanium pen waiting and waiting for the battle of my feelings.
I hope you understand and forgive me!
Since I left, much has been changed in my life.
Today,
I sit here in silence and wonder if it will rain.
The sunlight scattered in all directions
and clouds piled up covering the sky with a foggy blanket.
I sit quietly here
and watch how vapours are competing on my pale skin
for the arid spot to get in.
I hope it will start raining soon,
As it has been dry and hot since the new moon.
You know I always delighted in
touching fresh black soil with my eager hands
moving through its richness and leaf blades.
If aunty Larisa didn’t tell you,
I let you know, I moved inland and planted a garth.
I work hard from morning till night
being fond of every little progress,
at sunrise, I put up my sleeves,
spray the roses, and pull the weeds,
sensing the presence of a lost wind,
and watching how the greenwood
guards as an unnoticed hero.
It is soothing and comforting.
I even had a dream one night,
How the garden was in full bloom
waiting for you to come soon,
You were driven by grace
coming from a forest’s place,
the sun showed its shiny teeth,
and my heart froze when thee
gently leaned and smelled the rose,
as if you didn’t want to steal forest’s piece,
selflessly giving all of your attention
to the invisible fragrance.
Still in my dream,
Next spring I planted some chiefs,
I hope to hear from you soon,
My Deer,
The Gardener
