8.

All from the stars the shards fell, light condensed

In leaves circling the earth, and we, condemned,

Faced the dying sun, the night of our curse

Leaving us for dead. Your eyes were the end

The sun winding up so long after

No one was there to remember, the voice

Too sure in its claims, omniscience

A dream played in physics and poetry

Sometimes in love. It’s hard not to get

Lost in the animal, to make this flesh

Vegetable, to whisper in your ear

What might have been, the day the garden fell.

In the suburbs of our affections we see

Bones and shadows that we want to be.