~Fireflies~
Flicker a promissory
Note as a symphony of cicadas
Emerge from hibernation~ I listen intently
To its sounds of unshaped words: its xylophone
Chakra vibrations~ I confide in the gecko glued
To the door~ A glass canvas of snail trails and
Precipitation~ You have been talking about
Leaving since we arrived~ But
Sometimes, 11,000
Miles away
~Is not~
Enough for
Me~ I have no desire
To bridge that distance or look
Behind~ Perhaps people, like countries,
Were meant to be separated by water~ There
Will come a day that you will miss this humidity
You will dream of these subtropical greens…the
Viscous sweat of our memories~ The white-
Shouldered waves of silence that
Erased our previous
~Histories~
( Gathering us )
In its glistening nets of blissful
( Isolation )