it knows
my heart grows
to the size of this moment.
it knows…
it knows
it is my lover.
breath rolls in,
softly out again.
hand of this moment
picks up the pen.
it knows…
it knows
it writes for another.
another
lover (unreal)
time (not now)
and where goes my heart?
this moment—
which belonged to no one?
(ask the pen, ask the breath, ask another.)
(2004)
You have to dive into this one for it to make sense, but it does if you do.
