This Slow Step

(Translated Version of Heather Dohollau's poem Cette lente dèmarche )


Caution dictates,
Day after day,
Our loves, as if all are new.

Then, in the compliance of the morning,
We receive an unbelievable blessing:
A certainty.

It is our want that is in need
Of addressing. We comprehend impotence
As white spaces on a wall.