Just One

 

Just One

just one drop
one pearl
one door
one tear
one moon
one light
one night
one entrance
one distance
one exit
one
and one
always

now
if all this were a tunnel
and at the end of this long passage
there were something—
if it were the world—
and for us
all 

that remained
was to love
the unending
silence

—Lorena Wolfman (2019, translation 2025)