shaunaeve

day four

i.
in the beginning
we were part of the soil
            bone
            earth
and
            sand
we travelled light
formed footprints in stone

imagined one another into
            being

ii.
under a brilliant sky
we were           whole
we painted ourselves as mirror
            images

wrote fables
in the constellations

iii.
now
            our skin grows cold
and cracks
           our hair
turns pale

the return to dust

iv.
in these moments we are rarely more human

you
at your beginning
and

me
            at my end.