Despite our differences or because
of them the interview goes well …
(Sturovo, Slovakia January 30th 2016)
Just four weeks into the job
but you ask questions the right way
as the butts of your cigarettes acquire
sculpture status on the table between us.
You work for your regional magazine
and yes I am a little homesick
for my own region (I didn’t know
until you asked).
We have nothing but the light
of our smiles in common –
you juggle several languages as
I struggle to keep just one afloat,
the years race alongside me
while youth still sparks
like organic electronics
from your eyes, from the tips
of your nail bitten fingers.
I gave up
smoking and psychedelic music
(feigning both in the first instance).
You grew up against a backdrop
of overlapping histories, war torn
and lovelorn, of never ending,
ever mending bridges.
I chose an island off an island as home.
Still here we are, communicating
in the Green Pub as you transcribe
my English, making mental notes
on band rehearsal for your next gig.
So when I describe your town as
quietly amazing, please understand
by the end of the interview, I mean
you too …