I RETURN TO YOU through the dense

Cipher of my temples.

No one is speaking,

Once again,

 

 

A deep well.

 

 

I think of guessing your steps

In May.

There’s no rush

Or stars

 

That I can hear,

Only the far-off sleep here.

 

I throw my rope down

And beg for any image

Tonight.

 

The rope returns

Nothing.

 

 

You depart.