POEM
There Is No Word for Goodbye
Sokoya, I said, looking through
the net of wrinkles into
wise black pools
of her eyes.
5 What do you say in Athabaskan
when you leave each other?
What is the word
for goodbye?
A shade of feeling rippled
10 the wind-tanned skin.
Ah, nothing, she said,
watching the river flash.
She looked at me close.
We just say, Tlaa. That means,
15 See you.
We never leave each other.
When does your mouth
say goodbye to your heart?
She touched me light
20 as a bluebell.
You forget when you leave us,
You’re so small then.
We don’t use that word.
We always think you’re coming back,
25 but if you don’t,
we’ll see you some place else.
You understand.
There is no word for goodbye.
