Cold woke and dream-rocked;
Knees creaking, shivering —
Finish the fruit while there’s yet time
(Eyes still mostly water, with some stone)
Love’s on a friendship never borne:
Thoughts slip and words linger —
Sleeping past Orion’s welcome.
When did these become my hands?
Tiny bell that signals message.
You are there and I am here —
Into the dark I have to go:
Into the sky that swallows up