I am trying to learn you

your eyes and your smile
and the smile that is there
when you are not smiling

I haven't found that yet
and sometimes I mistake
your thinking face for an
anger I have seen before,

and it scares me, the quickness
of your clouds

but I think that is just as foolish
as making fun of German because
of its guttural sounds when it
contains the word sehnsucht.

How little I know of your pain
and its circumference.

How little I know of the coming joy.