the contrast of seasons II
When it arrives, I am
unprepared, caught up
in the present moment - and then
there is an overlap, the collapse takes
place, and I am
undone, three years between us and
I put my
hands
to
the earth,
remembering you.
Knowing you, you will feel my movement
in the soil, will know
that what was infertile has left, no
spirit
no holy ghost,
only occupation and its absence.
