How can we explain the day
When you and I were caught in the orbit
Of the same timeless oak
Its colossal limbs twisting through atmosphere
To find us and draw us close to the vertex
Where two lines meet
I circled the tree at zenith
You found it in the nadir shadow
The only space between us: hours, a slight rotation of the earth
One might be tempted to say that time was
But even that is uncertain
Could you hear the remnants of my voice?
Did you recognize my prints in the dirt
Near the old roots that thread towards the core?
How many times have we orbited this
Infinite tree of life
Searching for a familiar pair of eyes?
What names have I known you by
In stone terraced cities, in rooms with wide open windows,
In vast plains that have never been plowed
What beacon towers have we built?
What Delphic torches have we burned
To light the points where our paths converge?