I.
Though my hands have slid past
a thousand pages, they
have gone nowhere.
Yesterday I made a
wish in the shade
of your favorite
Kauri, but a branch
snapped and
you fell away
from me.
With eyes of dust I walked on.
II.
And though my eyes witnessed
the most liquid sunsets
they have seen nothing past sun
and horizon.
I keep them open
as if I can see
more, but the world
becomes an encompassing
gray area.
With no more to see I lift a hand to feel the world.
III.
I’ve walked to holey soles,
but have been nowhere.
And under another
secret wishing tree
I found a love
and he found me.
But shade fades
a smile
and sunset turns
to ash.
And I sense epiphany:
the only time they
connect to me
is when sperm
meets egg
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