for L
This morning, waking up, I’d forgotten
how yesterday we dug a ditch between us.
I was walking to your door, when I almost fell in it.
Already it’s become a canyon, deepened
by forces I don’t understand. There are rapids
swirling in the bottom, and I don’t know how
to make it across. Can you hear me on this side
calling your name? In the eroded cliff walls,
I read the record of all that’s been lost.
I wonder how much farther down
the canyon floor might go, wonder how
we’ll ever build a bridge. Or learn to fly.