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Karen Press
Treasure trail
Treasure trail
Treasure trail
How did you know?I find them now
as I need them:
the Zen anthology,
the Horowitz recordings.
You laid a trail quietly
and left, left your warm gown,
left the incense wrapped in thin paper,
the matches in your pocket, still dry.
I remember the saxophone you sold
before I was born.
When I hear it now
I know I’m walking in the right direction.
I look up and see you on the horizon,
walking along it, looking for something.
© 2002, Karen Press
From: The Canary’s Songbook
Publisher: Carcanet (UK),
From: The Canary’s Songbook
Publisher: Carcanet (UK),
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Treasure trail
How did you know?I find them now
as I need them:
the Zen anthology,
the Horowitz recordings.
You laid a trail quietly
and left, left your warm gown,
left the incense wrapped in thin paper,
the matches in your pocket, still dry.
I remember the saxophone you sold
before I was born.
When I hear it now
I know I’m walking in the right direction.
I look up and see you on the horizon,
walking along it, looking for something.
From: The Canary’s Songbook
Treasure trail
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