something happened shortly
after the total eclipse of
The moon. Time had
erased its exit and submerged you in days
as endless as these
Either that or maybe it was only 1 day
Like a missing clock experience
You walked into your studio
Words fell out of you
that you never imagined you
you might never see again.
But little did you know.
(You needed someone to remind you …
which I guess explained my presence)
And then you’d leave your studio
snowflakes baffled the roar of blasting air conditioners.
We exchanged pertinent glances as either faces or shadows
There was a soothing quality to this exchange, if I recall correctly.
And then we decided to leave.
Actually, not to leave, but to go forth.
But we had to leave in order to go forth.
This was what we did.