Eden

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.