I watch
as,
by months and years,
explosions and consolations,
you unfurl away from me,
flowing by
in unequal fractions
and matching halves,
entangled and entwined,
to be lofted up by the wind
or embraced by gravity.
Here,
my body,
the silent barren dunes,
my heart,
the fallow winter fields,
a nascent memory of summer
buried deep.