Guugau Yimithirr
by , 08-29-2010 at 10:10 PM (2354 Views)
I read an article today in the New York Times Magazine about a language called Guugau Yimithirr. The people who speak this language rely on cardinal directions "to describe the position of objects." I am using it as a metaphor for one who is lost...perhaps for someone who has lost their moral compass and asked too much of another.
Guugau Yimithirr
perhaps you lie north of my heart
but I cannot see or tell or find you
for the murky darkness obscuring my vision
I do not speak in cardinal directions
put a cloth across my eyes
put out the candle burning low,
after we lie still and close in the sweet dark
breathing each other in
and needing to see nothing else;
and, putting your hand upon my shoulder,
spin me
like a child in a game
but without the laughter
I stumble drunkenly,
my stomach clenches
in a tenebrous knot of desire
vainly my eyes seek the horizon,
lost in the rayless inky lurid dark,
along with the north and hope
and you
Qimissung



