This world
is not for breath
for feelings
also come and go.
As hard and light as
Push and pull
Go.
Busy hands and
bees-electricity, alter-
nating currents, the unseen
Never again
Now
Where were we-
Many moons ago
and always one moon
stoic satellite
Spinning our own orbit
one side-sunlit
Not saying
darkness always becomes
Her-
Or shall I?
Painting by Robert Henri 'The Reader in the Forest' c. 1918 via Wikimedia Commons and Google Art Project, in Public Domain.