After All This Time 2

Private spaces, private
thoughts I keep, I see
you. I see you and am
knowing, even now, there once were
only bodies, only
my round rims, eyes again, my nostrils—
and the hurricane stopping. And we seeing
ourselves. And it
starting. And we calling it, our
women, our men, our gods with perfect
belts, with fish, with eyes on other
animals. Another minute and
another neighbor, a country, another
minute, a city
ruined. How far, immediately
away are the waters. How much
fog can we endure.

Specter

If
you are the billowing clouds from my lips, poured
drop by drop back up this slope before
breaking straight over my eyes, then I
am these panes of swollen black ice, and
I am their tenor
and vehicle left
in your hands and, yes, I
am the contract between them,

allow me to focus
all your attention through one tiny hole in the ice, look
with me up there and see
a same winter above us as
quiet as a bough before breaking

Is this you whispering or
am I just echoing still