WE FORGOT

We forgot to wind up

the clock of our nights.

And now look at our bodies jammed

like cog-wheels that do not know

how to engage, trying to take up

the constant gyratory movement

shared by the earth, the hurricane,

the dance and the snake. Life turns

upon itself like the blind rhythm

of the sphere. And now you are striking

twelve o’clock midnight, and I, twelve

noon, now stopped for ever

like two rusty hands

that will never again cross each other’s

love path, hate path.

It was a simple matter. And we forgot it.