the deepest things

incommunicable;

only a topic heading,

a statement like ‘i love you’

and all we carry.

these lifetimes unknown except

who will play, sing my music

while the day lazes away

off on unchecked tides

rushing long galley planks sprung

pooling waltzes

3/4 time marching

swirling under nebulae canopies

the light gentle and shaken

as salt grains grasping challahs

like the warble clinging to a bird