By the window table
I had a moment today
where I felt I did not know you at all
that you were a stranger to me
that if you fell from my life
and decomposed like the still
vernal leaves will soon decompose
I would remain a whole person
unwounded.
Then I came out of that, noticing
the thousands of fractals of sun
shine woven on your chest
and thought about how remarkable it is
that you can sit across from someone you love
and feel only indifference
that you can yearn to be somewhere else
and that just as suddenly
you can be outside of that indifference
inside of each other again, prying each other
open and bringing each other to the edge
of what it means to be human
to love and forget and die
and how this opening
is a beautiful kind of singing
that is very difficult for me to hear.
You are talking melodiously again
your eyes that lambent labyrinth
of green and red and brown and blue
and my heart hums,
it hums.
this is beautiful.