Assam

by
Oliver Kleyer
                             after Tomas Tranströmer

After a short bath,
he looks at me
expectingly.
I blink into the darkness,
before it fills me
for endless seconds,
his warmth and strength
flowing through me.
And while the tealeaves
tell me of temples and tombs,
the Guphta’s glory & Karbi Anglong,
no matter where I am,
with every sip I sit
in an armchair in the Espresso
House Gothenborg,
waiting for the most beautiful
sound in the world.