i watch you
in the midst of new passion
eyes twinkling at each other
with the excitement of
unimagined futures suddenly
sparkling in your sights
i watch you
as you ease into each
other, learning each other’s
landscapes, the curves,
the valleys, the cliffs, the
forests, the oceans,
becoming so deliciously
familiar
i watch you
as the tectonic plates
begin to pull apart and
new mountains form,
and lakes, and rivers,
and fissures open up
i watch you come together
i watch you drift apart
this movement
is life
there is no fighting it
there is, though,
always that hope
to move
slowly.
narinda heng 