Perched on the wooden beams we would eye
the morning rain choke on the sun rays rising.
But the wind made you shudder and
with the birds I could only watch
as your goosebumps scaled the melting sky.
And it was like Time itself, or was it more like the sea?
Hunched over, your fists held your chin.
And it was like an orchid, or was it like a child, weeping?