TERRY'S TURN
Speaking Spanish
softly to Cinta the young maid,
He knew he must be
gentle for she was quite afraid.
Then he found the
husband, though his eyes were nearly blind;
He brought the
husband home though he knew he’d leave behind
All that filled his
heart, all that filled his soul,
All that had come
softly to fill his empty hole,
The hole that left
him lonely, that left him greyly sad…
Since it had started
filling, he’d felt light, felt strangely glad.
He stood there on
that hilltop as the couple drove away
And he was more alone
than he’d been before that day.
For aloneness has a
greater strength, has a greater pain,
When you have known
its opposite…it’s rather like a train…
A train whose whistle
pierces the long and lonely dawn
And the hour becomes more empty when the whistle’s gone.
JO ANZALONE