If You Decide
by Steven McCabe
We need to learn an almost extinct language I will study with you.
We need to live among the people whose language is almost lost I will join you and also learn traditional survival skills.
To leave me for the shaman I will drive a stake through his medicine box, realize my grave error instantly, and escape, although barely.
To beckon and summon, seducing me with whispers that reach into my blood, I will return.
I must stand trial for my crimes against love and magic, I will escape, again.
If you decide to hypnotize me while I sleep I will seal my heart against your vibrations and embrace the crazed dream of modernity. Because I am a fool. Weary of surviving on roots. Even the root of you. Even the root of me.
If you decide I must seal my heart against the sounds you once made I will throw the window open a final time, upon your murmur coursing & drenched in starlight, intersected by a highway carrying the disappeared.
If you decide to remain quiet I will train my ear to hear the sunlight falling.
If you decide it is my duty to dig out the wooden stake I will return in the dead of night speaking an extinct language.
Photo credit: Renee Perle, a Romanian Jewish girl who moved to Paris, is famous as the first muse of the famous French photographer Jacques Henri Lartigue (1894-1986), who is considered one of the leading photographers of the 20th century.