I see you sometimes   as
if, in some distant
galaxy, my own
hands had delivered your

birth   at other
times   as if we
two had burst at
once from the same pulsating

star   Where this will
go is dark as night’s
outermost shell, opaque
as sun’s blazing
heart — yet here we
are, miraculous
birds outdistancing
light, impossibly

soaring, each under
the other’s wing