let me be a while yet
as if i’ve unforgotten to stay

voices like hands, solid
as if we’ve remembered how to

touch

winter, once

when even ice curls around the rocking hearts
and the wild, plunging us deeper

into deeper

souls twin like our childhood diaries
remembering water
the lives and lives of it
in the soil as if to tell us, not here;

here.

error: Content is protected !!