1. i suppose it would happen,leaning into what it means to livealive in the worldto live truly open, i suppose it would happenthat i would wonderwhere you were in the worldwhere you are and how it happened thatour way togetherwas lost. 2. when we forget ourselvesfor a while –forget the me, forget the us,forget who…
in the spacebetweenhere and now,in the spacebetween two handsheld together in prayer,in the spacebetween me and i,the stars lean closein an expansive skyremembering – rememberingin the the silence betweenthat in our bonesin our cellsin the fractal minutenessof our beingwe tooonce werestars. 18 April 2023
it all belongs to the sky the rush of ocean and shadow horizon, it all belongs to darkness of night and the stars that lean forward touching skin with light older than thought, listening among the cicadas for the sound of our breath.
would it matter if the old gods no longer owned the sky, or if the gods had new names with photos in the paper and childhoods somewhere tame. would it matter if the infinite light of stars became transient – constellations linear, mobile. would it matter if between the heavens and hell was just…