And That Language - Emmanuel Katto Poem by Emmanuel Katto

And that language that parts the future from the past

the poet slips into, two people the same pulse

the sounds around the poem—was it September? —

saxophone and mandolin sounds on the radio,

a grammar of trees in the wind in the leaves

in ecstasies of grace, this company of love—

you, at first sight; you—a language,

the softest touch a language; beauty's

eyes, your eyes, unclose me anywhere I am.