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