hello
i am here
i don't know why i am here
but i am here
maybe it's the moon
it's probably the moon
i love the moon
it keeps me company when there's no one
thanks, moon
you're a good friend
listen to those harmonies
do you hear them
i hope you can hear them
they are beautiful
almost as beautiful as you are
you have your own harmonies
our voices sound nice together
our voices harmonize
let's go see the trees and the stars
let's take a trip to the moon and look at earth
it's funny how we live there
the earth
it's a small place
we are small
i love you though
you may be insignificant in the grand scheme of things
i am as well
but i love you
and somehow you are significant to me
because you care
that is nice
it is nice that you care
i love you

at once, a fragment of time,
feigning invisibility, or ignorance, or
questioning:
what was lost? surely i.
the list repeats;
three kilometers-
a thousand or more repetitions,
a mountain-
just one,
cold, partially fogbound.
open covers, reveries composed of wolves' teeth.
huh, some olympia this makes.

i slept and your words were life.

you smiled, silent,
one-half of a crescent moon's portrait,
the sky was soft, turning
away you set light
awash on the tracks of swells
i cast a small boat across
the depths-
there are too many nothings, here. i'll drown, empty.
lithe, you
move a hair's width, you
drop an anchor into the world.

and i, warm,
wonder, once more,
how the seconds must trail
shadows across your skin,
in the rain.