Still I have to write the poem
on the other home, but I got farer
toward the glance loving to scrutinize
the other house on the island, the one I do not inhabit.
And with the glance of who
is going to leave
in few days,
I tell things, light-heartedly.
I phoned you few times in September.
Something went away and detached from me
without me knowing,
without me feeling
once arrived in my place
I would have changed address.
Alon Altaras (1951 – )
Cover image: Mario Merz, Unreal city, until September 20, 2015 at Accademia di Belle Arti, Venice (courtesy picture Adam Meredith)