i. do you love?
shhh. enough to paddle rafts across atlantic oceans
to brush fingers.
for this, I forsake my own centuries, chronologically absent
of you. I was there dragging pyramids from sand;
I was there.
(if love spans time,
non-linear, then I was a drop of salt
in your ocean when the world was new. I
was there for the celebrated supernova; we
were born of wrought iron and
-and it was all empty.
the oracle of Delphi knew; I was not
groping for gods.
(you were not born yet, but I was upon
waves. I have died against rock and
sail before your time; I have been
Helen without hope.
and I was there forging wars from beauty, and they
were waged with wrought iron and
I knew and I didnt that the world
would not end before now.
I know and I dont that we
still have time.
the ebb and flow of monsoons like your breathing
you, the droughts lullaby,
there are beasts wild enough to tame strips
of skin from your bones, I know.
but youre safe here.
(I was the heart of Africa, dark
and waiting; I was low on the horizon
when the meteor hit. I saw it
coming, for all its wrought
fireworks, and heat.)
-and I saw the after, and it
I rode the crest of the crescendo to
this moment; I was there,
shhh. dont speak.