A girl walks
along the street in twilight voting
every second of her life
with every
shake of the head every
twist of her figure every hummed
word every scream
every time a hand is lifted
in aspiring connection
for a coming together
for removing the walls for
not looking
away from what hurts has hurt
for a long time

There's a boy standing
immobile
on the surface of the Earth voting
with every breath every muscle
every fibre of the heart
for this girl

What a sight;
the big tree bending
his crown towards
the ground just to make sure -
is he still safely rooted
connected
to the earth -
for all this time his trunk
felt irritably numb and so
and so
he couldn't know,
he couldn't
know

A girl with soft hair cut
herself in three parts once;
One to break forth
and live
through every wild adventure,
one to pretend
to hold her back
to never lack the challenge,
and then the third to have
this story
written down and merge them
back together
like feathers falling from the sky
before your feet
and have you read this,
Dear,
and have you
read this

During the Long Night
a snowflake got caught
in your dark hair
shimmering in silver light

During the Long Night
You always knew
how to conserve a spark
how to share its light

I'll write until I surely know
The morning light
Has found You

She writes she writes
Until the night has settled
Confidently in her lap again

Bending holding up
Time as you know it
My hand Clinging
To the minute hand the hour hand
Slow
It
down
We're in it
We're in it
Now
Not tomorrow