if I don't have a thought about it
then it will all be lost to time.
and I will have no more
memories to keep. and no one to
hold while the hole in sky grows
brighter and we are swallowed
like a great ocean whale, into
the eternity that struck us like
so many thorns on a cactus bush.
so that as I grow louder and
less brave there will still be some-
thing. soft, blunt, dulled. not unlike
that sand that crept up our sides as
we rolled through the night like
suns dancing on water. as we
called to the sky like we would
a lover and asked it "how does
anything else get that high?"