When did I find my existence first
Was it next to some empty field
Did I open my eyes and stretch
Out into the blue sky

Or did I find myself tangled in your arms
Awake suddenly from a first dream
And I’ve kept trying every day
Of every second or third or hundredth life
Trying to find my way back

Snow makes it
So there’s now no urge to go
Into that chilling flash of wind

The walls keep us safe in
A bubble of light and sound
and intentional motion

Surrounding us set in action
The slushy ground is a sentry bound
To protecting the love that’s
wandered within

It’s lack of warmth contrasts us
And bare feet make more commotion
Bringing heat into our air as we dance

with the doldrums at our aid
Each galactic step we take
Brings our orbit around each other
one light year closer

Some memories of someone’s daughter