inner worlds
sometimes yours
now never mine
since the gap is gone

in the face of nothing
all is plain

as a leaf is stirred by breezes
weighed down by droplets of rain
so is the drag of time
mild perturbations

as multisyllabic as we care to be
or not depending on the count of breath
is more than one can say

thank you for worlds topsy-turvy
she smiles at me from the skylight
adorned by cloudy skies
backlit golden stray haloes
she appears for a moment
to float airily up

with her
within her
in unity

one heart
one self

Chagall 2019