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.