Don’t Say My Name


Don’t say my name,
see what else falls away,
which words drop off
the tongue in light
of this new consideration?
I think of the moon,
and the image changes,
the word alone
conjuring faraway
tapestries of night,
also forbidding, in their
very distance from
here. Why not place
faith, instead, in their
colourful inevitability,
should we do the work,
here and now, of filling
ourselves with the kind
of light that fills the
contours of tomorrow?
Why not remove the
name, the idea, as the
serpent sheds her skin,
the very sheath that
gave her a body, her
movement, knowing there
is more to come, knowing
that the movement itself,
which is life and love,
will take us there?
– TT