Not believing, but knowing

for "R" (No. 4 in the cycle Fados de corona)

By early morning’s
scent awoken
Eyes still closed
Bent still in sleep
around the mystery
warm and tender
In arms
with charms as yet

By all in days
that will deceive
Nights asking just
what to believe
Hands holding
on our feet
Love knowing
no retreat.

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Dr T.P. Wilkinson writes, teaches History and English, directs theatre and coaches cricket between the cradles of Heine and Saramago. He is author of Unbecoming American: A War Memoir and also Church Clothes, Land, Mission and the End of Apartheid in South Africa. Read other articles by T.P..