Recommence
We fell–
softly, deeply, an almost imperceptible fall–
But we wanted to and then
a landing
softly pinkish blue, fuzzy newness
surrounded by the micro, the minute
hush-a-bye, rock-a-bye, all-through-the-nigh
another, and another, and another
wrapped us up, lulled to fitful sleep
Until gone were the comparings of summer days
and wherefore art thous replaced by
me times, or
without you times