Countryside

She bade farewell
at the strike of dawn.
The sun greeted me with a smile
but I could not respond.

In an open window,
at a country house in the fields-
I gazed at the vastness of things;
so abundant yet very empty.

Your absence alone is troublesome-
everything else can not compensate.

On foot, the track you've made
gets lost in the middle of the road.
To follow you when the path is unknown,
or to sit down and wait when time is anonymous?

On your solemn walk to bondage,
at the end of it,
someone else waits for you.
While you've turned your back against me.

But, who knows? If I stare at the moon
I hope you're staring at it too.

-dyan kay ben-
06/15/09