This might just be the perfect afternoon after all.
Rahel Senn is playing an old song in her head, on stage.
Printemps does sound like spring,
its pastel palette, and you on arrival.
Not the atonal, but a soft trickle of notes, verse in mid-air.
The amphitheatre is awash with colour, faceless people.
Over their jagged shape, the jagged horizon of trees.
One child falls into the pond, soft splash as he disappears.
The water lilies are large discs — circular, rafts of green.
The screaming mother, halted music, us as onlookers.
After midnight, there’s the story of Ignatius Loyola.
The spiritual exercises, and the tragedy in the film, Silence.
After an hour, two new deaths of anonymous, known persons.
Ten minutes later, a gif of welcome repeated movements.
As if to say play again this love story of ours —
Rahel Senn’s Eté, its beginning.
Play again Rahel Senn’s Automne, grey skies and clouds.
Play again your laughter, and my punching you in the arm.
Play again our walk, far end of the gardens suddenly near.
Here, like our hands touching, then holding,
and a kiss, the way you wanted it two years ago.
Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé is the author of an epistolary novel, two hybrid works, and nine poetry collections. A former journalist, he has edited more than fifteen books and co-produced three audiobooks. Among other accolades, Desmond is the recipient of the IBPA Benjamin Franklin Award, Independent Publisher Book Award, National Indie Excellence Book Award, Singapore Literature Prize, Poetry World Cup, two Beverly Hills International Book Awards, and three Living Now Book Awards. He helms Squircle Line Press as its publisher and founding editor.