Look at us
all of us
standing here
with our heads slightly raised
alive like watchtowers
mistaking sexual desire
for history
time passed
and the time to come
all of it
we do not know.
Look at us
standing all about.
I feel like a totem pole.
Light a fire around me.
We are a day,
And all around us
such a spiritual dance!
I know not the true color
of things
but perhaps I could marry you.
I know that I am asleep
but I don’t know
what I will wake to.
Hold me please
I will not ask you to.
All we are
are children
I shall whisper it
to the elder ones.
They have forgotten it so.