alone with each other in a rain cloud
drops fall in random formations like stars
as they drift in the unarranged heaven
so near to us – the empty weight of space
bends everything towards you as
you smile and mention my eyes
i don’t remember yours so look again
caught in a fragmented atomic flare
-white-cracks-green-earth-burning-
cold blackness. i know nothing
but endless bafflement, like a small child
left alone in a midnight sea, until
i hear across the crashing waves your voice
as you tell me secret things you’ve seen. ∎
Words by Henry Wyard. Illustration by Ellen Sharman.