LII.

pacing.
the days lift
like grains in the tide
and that's how they are —
swimming dust
glinting in the sun
small, silent, hush now
a spread stretching thin
i tiptoe counting them down
six more

they are at church now.
he sits across the aisle now.
now.
fading dusk through another nomad window
let's go back to floating sky shallows
foam tide

and we go.
that's how they were —
hours like days,
the ultimate afternoon
a nap on a sun-baked wall,
t-shirt and shorts kind of weather (with a breeze) (like you would say) (now i know what you mean)
the earth is my bed
and sitting swirled with the silhouettes, i sleep
the wide horizon the slit of my closed eyes

let's talk.
pot of coffee, let's talk.
tonight there will be a wedding, let's talk.
who are we?
what do we do?
hanging in the blink between me and you —

a spread of glass,
a soft powder for bare feet.
let's soak sweatpants in the baltic sea.
let's sleep along the canals.
let's read about logotherapy in a ballroom.
but the eternal — why —

we saw sheep today.
i'm yours until the end of time.