SOLVITUR AMBULANDO

I was trying to untangle the knot

and dread

of loneliness,

when I locked on to you.

Hooked on the mystery

of you,

I kept dancing

after the music stopped.

When I bought you a ring,

you said: “Maybe,

if you come to Australia.”

I walked the stony roads of the world.

In Melbourne,

you said you had doubts.

So I turned around and began

walking back.

And at last,

you consented.

We laughed and cried

about how,

when you said no, or maybe,

it really meant yes.