I Must Go

These words, separate,
like worlds, like crevices,
in bleached driftwood
on pebbled night,
on moon-coded shore

The fine calligraphy
acid, alchemical filigree
on indigo silk swirl
of the unrolled prayer mat
of a setting sun.

~ Marian Robson

Maria Robson is a Montreal teacher, freelance writer and translator who loves to travel and research, first hand, the nomadic life. She is currently working at Sultan Qaboos University in Oman.

Read more of Maria Robson’s poetry:
Potter’s Hands
That Which Must Go
Cynical Vows
The Nameless Tune

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