We move through

empty space;


there is no ‘time’


we try to rhyme

our rhythm


align to distant stars

watch kestrel on the


wing for portents.


Love, whatever it is

ebbs & flows


takes us by surprise

there is no reason


to the hormones.

That moon up there

expands to full


another night,

another year


& you,

found me

on a limb


suspended by

the sea, weightless.


You give, I take, I give

a softer way of being


the fox cries

for its mate


while love,

whatever it is


ebbs & flows;

takes us by surprise


a hand to hold

& all of this


‘time’ passes by

regardless.

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