We Could Be
Updated: Sep 1, 2019
If you were a gender, you’d be the wind
& the ripples in the water,
memories attached to photographs,
& rose gardens in high summer.
And perhaps, I’d be the empty space
between a paintbrush and its canvas,
blank as an unnamed tombstone.
The way anticipation hangs
on the edge of that moment
right before the first stroke lays
down its rightful claim
the finality of a beginning
the shifting of the seasons.
And if we were Greek Titans (and we are)
we’d be two tellers of time.
You’d be Kronos, linear
& forward thinking, revered amongst
all with careful calculations,
relentless precision; you were born to rule.
I’d be a missed flight away,
(at times even two)
an agent of serendipity &
chaos, the winged Titan Kairos,
who weaves synchronicity while
blindfolded, dancing on arrows & singing our name;
who devours a whole forest on fire
to feed the hunt, the heart, the body hot