Pale sky, morning sky Only blue at the edges Rooftops quietly wake The dog in the bed Curled in the space between us Me, awake, you not Seems to know too that Love is a thing owed to him And is, of course, right I count your freckles While the tree at the window Shakes as with a laugh At the thought of me Telling time by your freckles But it’s there, the time And right on time, the God shadow shows on the wall You roll over so I count the time now By the strong pulse of heartbeat Tapping at your neck It ticks, life, life, and Agony is the parting Bed, dog, shadow, you
Beautiful. I’m reading The Order of Time by Carlo Rovelli. Have you read it? It’s a mind boggle.