for Jurek

Do you know how you feel? Some discs
get recorded louder than other discs,
that’s just how it is, but can you hear your voice?
I can’t hear mine though I can hear yours.

Unless I’m at the bottom of an ocean. But not one of today’s
just the one my son talks of sadly, pointing
to the school playground – once
all this was water, those stupid continents
divided it. Then he says, Mama
do you remember when we didn’t need eyes?

Little man, how could I forget,
of the thousand adventures of my immortal soul
that was the best.