Scope

by Sabina Suru

I waited for you.  I looked for you.
your sleepless nights
fragile constructions by the water’s edge

And you go where the mood takes you …
I’m not afraid … I am free.
The wing, has it been repaired?

I haven’t found what I’m looking for.
And there’s the ship of your dreams …
I must go home. Now leave me.

on stretched canvases
All this is a product of your imagination …
Who knows.

I haven’t the faintest idea.
who is a friend of mine.
do you know her?

It can happen quickly, an accident.
I’m not even sure I spoke to her at all.
and he often looked at his watch.

poetry by Robin Cracknell
From the film L’immortelle / Part of Subtitled project