David Kherdian: The First Day

We had lunch with white
wine and cheese. I brought
that; you made the soup.
Armenian olives and bread.
And the mezas you served
in small Oriental bowls.

When it was done, and after
we had talked, I put on my
hat and then removed it at
the door to give you a
parting hug and kiss on
the cheek.

First hours, then days
later I began to realize
that nothing is as casual
as that for which the end
is not yet written.

2.14.71



This poem has appeared in The Nonny Poems, MacMillan Publishing Co Inc, New York, 1971