of the past
she brought down stars
with her hands
and caught them in the vessels of her palms
a child’s god
until death found its
way to the fireflies ahead of their light.
of the present
the feet he owns
even the cracks
that leak words
I cannot reclaim in this language.
of the future
to be inside this vessel
embedded in deep colorful light
protecting our memories, our languages
for me to know you.
the fireflies below
the feet moving backwards and forwards
the flowers weeping to know more
the world, immortal only in my mind.