Our bodies are two
continents severed by time
moving slowly
towards each other;
the oceans between
us sinking, the trenches
getting deeper.
The landscape of our skin
shudders with this
approaching.
Mountains forge
and veins converge
like rivers
charting a new course.
A current runs
through the rough
churning out
relics, insignias of distinction
blur – even a catastrophe
is beautiful.
It will be long
after dusk and dawn
cast their uneven
light , a new continent forms
a million years it
maybe, to discern how
we fit like a
jigsaw puzzle – this longing.
