Titania

When I write
I follow tradition:
It smells of muskier
Notes, moldier tomes
and recognition
of minds before.

Before Tuk
There was Glon,
Before Glon
Talak
and before
I don't know,
Most likely a bird,
a bloom
a trickle
and a snooze.

A spruce,
my grandmother's
and glorious transatlantics
aboard black and white
pictures of heartfelt
goodbyes on sun-yellowed
pages and lovers
of a young woman
and her voyage.