6 One day
Spring was a morning to wake up from sleep,
To open eyes,
To see the place of sleeping,
And only look and breathe and move and listen,
With no fear and with no wish.
But summer was a day of fighting halves.
A hidden wish in every thing was growing.
I was a scale
To weigh my every moment,
A line of sand within an hourglass.
Fall was my evening --
Evening was my fall.
I spent all that I had in one short hour.
I spent all words to buy one simple answer,
Spent all my courage
For the fear you sold.
And winter was the night stripped of all clothes,
Stripped of its skin,
And lacking eyes and ears --
I slept awake between one wish, one fear,
Between your silent yes and deafening no.