herd of horses
(Artwork is a drawing by my wife)

All of a sudden,
differentiated centimetres,
all over, alone,
fearfully alone,
longing for
metres squared
by meeting you
in the middle of all
this
turmoil;
at crossroads near woods
on the edge of a desert of meadows, where
there will be
well, a well,
flow
of motion,
silence
weaving stills
to calm
stampeding words –
a herd strong as horse
spreading by kiss,
and yet
touch skin to merge:
you-me/we>us,
listening to
the way in,
a square, room to meet,
feet rooting like trees
catching sun and rain
to grass for the herd to sleepdream
on quiet, for the herd
to become one horse again
and my tears have filled
the well, clouds reflect on
its surface we learned to grow…

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