[25 November 2020]
Sometimes I think back to the time
when the will be was – to the time
when you stretched your hand out
and reached for the inevitable
possible. You on the ground,
you arm in the sky, your eyes to
the heavens. The stars were aligned that night
because you with a wave of your hand
picked them up one by one and lined
them up like beads on a necklace
or droplets from a faucet. Line
by line, drop by drop, breath by
breath, beat by beat.
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