Speaking In Tongues
Guided by Voices

Tatiana Retivov


Across the cracking wires
I send you three knots of wind,
the better to breathe with.

Gathered at sea, they are fast
and furious with the scorn
of a shipwreck. Hence

their homeopathy. The first, an Eastern
wind to launch new endeavors with smoothly.
The second, the West wind, to restore

all hope abandoned. The third, North wind
to allow you to divine wherein
the fourth wind might lie hidden.

You may release them one by one,
or all together. Either way,
They will deliver as instructed

once they whip across the rolling steppe,
as desperate and wayward as fractals
in search of a common morphology.