The circumstances are hearts, etc. Also
how dreams originated, pushing us toward
don’t we wish we knew. I’ve heard
don’t worry, worst case scenario
isn’t even that bad. I’ve heard of sitting in the rain
until it no longer feels like water.
He told me, yesterday
that’s life, infinite doubts. Clocks, knives.
Or perhaps it began with another thing
before hearts. Diamonds,
spades. There are so many questions
yet, when to hush them for awhile? Somewhere else
it began with spontaneity, owls, branches.
There is a Center where we stabilize,
beach, wine, blankets, darkness,
yeses? Fear of end. Fear of the search
ending. Wedding, anniversary, verses. Midnight
in Shanghai, five years from now,
or anytime. So, we’ll talk about it
later. Lighthouse. Worst case scenario is
we float and we float, waiting to feel
things we’ve never felt before. Boats, boats,
duende. The moon, my favorite flashlight
illuminates the narrow bridge suspended
between certain moments.
The impact. He says
no te vayas
and it knocks on me from the door inside.
This time, I’m afraid
it will end. The bridge.
I want to talk about it now. All the things
that come with planting a tree.
Night, tools, patience. Hearts, etc.