once, in a forest, as a tree falling,
I vibrated the air and demanded
you Listen!

are you there,
here where I am,
in this half-circle of
inner-movie, the gray
under the arc, our theater
in the cozy round?

I see you there where I end, 
where the underbrush starts

if not
for entropy, the broken
reassembles, in time 
we would love again

cc: Chagall 2021