Do not be too still, pause, but
move in the eeriness of change
as before long we will be less restless
We might meet by that cherry tree
that orbits the boundaries of the park,
to mourn the loss of blossom
we did not witness the pinked snowdrift of
beside each other.
For now we will revolve in conjunction,
as planet and moon, Mars and Deimos,
will resolve to remain in our distant trajectories
whilst all we share is dread,
and we will wait, postpone, cancel
before one hand might hold another,
to transmit nothing other
than love. Then I will sit with you
by the pond, we will observe the skaters,
who in their defiance of physics, stroll the water,
hair and claw to resist sinking,
we will watch how they do not drown.
Image from wikimedia of Mars, Phobos and the more distant Deimos which is an odd misshape of a moon.
This poem is for my best friend Gina who I may not see for a long time as she is very poorly. She is Mars and I am Deimos clearly...