Scattered Work

When there is space we will meet
our hands between us our eyes swollen

this same water pushing across the earth
this same weight inhabiting our feet
but an air less visible
a breath less burdened
by clinging leaves and stones
unaware of the surface stones
washing through shadows
through the ashes gathering in the corner
the birds searching for breath
but drowning in light

when our eyes have forgotten us
when the shadows have been set free
we will meet