Distance

He does not forget her
sees her steam
on a chilled window
watches her evaporate
like fog lifting

her words cleave him
into two halves
that swing open,
he falls rocking, with incisiveness
he sees the world then
for what it is,
one

her body is lucid
she is a bird sweeping
low in front of him
then rising with a flockto swing in a circle
through the red maple above him

it is fall
she is with him
even if in another hemisphere
always
they are together.