The Wind Will Carry Us
For Abbas Kiarostami
This is the winding road. Then there’s a solitary
tree, and after that, nothing,
nothing.
If someone asks, say I’m
looking for buried treasure. Such a lovely
village. You’ve hidden it so well.
I haven’t hidden anything. Our ancestors
built it here.
See that blue window, near the lady
sitting on the steps. Let’s
go higher. I will
show you. Here’s your
room.
We have a sack of apples. We have
fresh bread. You won’t
get another chance
like this. On judgement day
it’s obvious. I’m used to it. I work
here. If you stay a while longer, you’ll
get used to it, too.
When I was little, and someone
told me a secret, I always wanted to reveal it.
And, eventually, I did. “If you come into my house
oh kind one, bring me a lamp
and a window
through which I can watch the crowd
in the happy street.”
I’m sorry to disturb you.
You’re welcome.
This is my normal route. |
