The snow was folding its wings
over the hills, I was laying my palms
over your body like a tape measure
which unfolds only along the length
of other things.
The universe existed
so that we’d be born in different places,
so that our homeland could be the rainbow
that joins two gardens
which don’t know of one another.
And so time went on:
we were raising the fear within us,
while awe was being born in others.
Our shadows were sinking
in poisoned wells,
spoken words were disappearing
and reappearing like shards of glass on a sandy beach—
sharp and shattered.