Friday, March 20, 2015

ISABELLE

dig. mod. from image by litlnemo


ISABELLE
by Estelle Bruno

I have invaded your privacy—
the privacy of the dead.
So many books and files of your writings.
Impressive diplomas, framed letters from famous people—
Governors, actors, congressmen,
all displayed on your wall.
When I entered your writer’s sanctuary
my hand automatically reached for the light button.
I had no idea I would find such a treasure.
Perhaps you were writing a book on humanities.
I did not read your writings, only what was visible
to my eyes on your wall.
So, rest easy Isabelle.

We moved your books from another place
and brought them into your space.
You must have been suspicious of me.
I left your dusty place knowing full well
I would have to come back.
I did.
This time you were ready for me.
I searched everywhere for the light button.
It had disappeared.
Yes, you were ready for me this time.


~ first published in Poesia (2006)