Symmetrical Companion   

It must be

there walks somewhere in the world

another

another namely like me

Not twin

but opposite

as my two hands are opposite

Where are you

my symmetrical companion?

Do you inhabit

the featureless fog

of the future?

Are you sprinting

from the shadows of the past

to overtake me?

Or are you camouflaged

in the colored present?

Do I graze you every day

as yet immune to your touch

unaware of your scent

inert under your glance?

Come to me

Whisper your name

I will know you instantly

by a passport

decipherable to ourselves alone

We shall walk uniformed

in our secret

We shall be a single reversable cloak

lined with light within

furred with dark without

Nothing shall be forbidden us

All bars shall fall before us

Even the past shall be lit behind us

and seen to have led

like two predestined corridors

to the vestibule of our meeting

We shall be two daring acrobats

above the staring faces

framed in wheels of light

visible to millions

yet revealed only to each other

in the tiny circular mirrors

of our pupils

We shall climb together

up the frail ladders

balancing on slender

but steel-strong thongs of faith

When you leap

my hands will be surely there

at he arc's limit

We shall synchronize

each step of the dance upon the wire

We shall not fall

as long as our gaze is not severed

Where are you

my symmetrical companion?

Until I find you

my mouth is locked

my heart is numb

my mind unlit

my limbs unjoined

I am a marionette

doubled yp in a dark trunk

a dancer frozen

in catatonic sleep

a statue locked

in the stone

a Lazarus wrapped

in the swadling strips

not of death

but of unborn life

a melody bound

in the strings of the viol

a torrent imprisoned

in ice

a flame

in the coal

a jewel hidden

in a block of lava  

Come release me

Without you I do not yet exist  

Leer biografía: May Swenson