How odd to have faith in a circle
Open enough to uncrowd us.

Impatient, this thing we inhabit.
The steady going onward, a magnitude and general

Thought comes across no homeland.
When I step to the start of it all

I might find you and stretch out
The little of me that is strong

Toward winding up. In view of the fact
Our journey here began from one foundation,

The undermind of lineage, far away back there,
From there where roots still keep

And watch. What I desire now
Is how we stirred as nothing ever dreamt

Before. The wordless weight; my breath

Inside your heat, the interweave of limbs

Revolved around each other
As if we fit collectively. Our hands

Within a steeple, tangled close and looking
For familiar ground. A waterway of song

Getting used to beauty as the last position
Left for those who’ve struggled hard, as if

Caught in this difficult posture,
No longer lost and lingering in leaves,

We cannot come apart.