Five Poems

I.
       “Wenn ich nur wüßte”

If only I knew,
what your last look rested on.
Was it a stone that had already drunk
many last looks, until they fell in blindness
on the blind?

Or was it dirt,
earth enough to fill a shoe,
and already turned black
from so many good-byes
and from . . .
. . . . . . . . . .