We wait for our eyes to adjust
to finally see something so bright
a long time ago, like we save the
feelings that would have allowed us
to find the meaning of one more
universe or two. For ours the center and
everything near, painting the nighttime,
origins clear. The sounds between silence,
the tides of our finding, the senses and
shortness of breath in us hiding, the
thereafter grasp, our gasping embrace, it
held in that moment, the past and this day