This is how it will be –
a ripple or wave upon the water,
light bending through ochre leaves,
the sound of an owl in the night
or in your eyes as we understand
what is to pass
and what may continue
laid out before us
like food after fasting,
the body so hungry
it will not eat,
wanting how she held us
by the pulse of the sea,
feeling the trace
of the night sky
as if it were legend
of our becoming
and the path
we would follow.
The wind will befriend us,
the rain soaked earth
our ally against reason.
We will see and know
what it is to be human
as the world turns over
and with a shudder
awakens beneath our feet.