by the end of our journey we arrive
at the beginning of time
our hands are the only
stones we have to start a fire
we look up to sky
bruised from horizon
aligning two stars
calling us
by secret name
that is not ours to know
but that we can feel
where tide meets the sky
we are swimming
we are reflection
of two winking stars
we are rhythm
of rippling constellation
glittering between angles of
slippery light &
tender waves signalling
boundless frequency of
sky expanding
we are cradled
by the vastness of our
surroundings vibrating
with urgency
reweaving past &
present into songs
pulsating
from the near & distant future
4 MAY 2022 / POETRY