things that pull apart
pulling together again

the way music
moves moments together

an endless tracking shot
of the city in which you were born

you used a camera
to x-ray your mind

things that pull together
pulling apart again

i wanted this place to be a repository
for all the moments that
would not quite stack up in my mind-

the kind of memories that stand together
like newly introduced strangers
shuffling with softly pocketed hands.

***

the things we saw

forming

on our flesh that morning

***

traveling out
of a town we did not yet comprehend
green belt horizons
flying past like spokes on a bike:

we knew then
that the worst was yet to come.

something that comes
together
like colour

your words forming & un-forming

in the air: subtitles
on an empty screen.

a new economy exists

of images that will never
match with words.

that whole day
we had spent
praying for rain.

we were not interested
in regular rain,

we wanted the kind of rain
that evaporates
even as it is forming,

the kind of rain
that never reaches
the earth’s surface,

but dissolves
the way stars do
when they die.