EVERY MORNING

Every morning the curtain rises

Alone, you listen to the dark dissolving

The stars slowly clicking themselves apart

The sky turns back into this breezy scarf

Shaken out by the awakened birds

You don't touch each other but you walk together

Leaning against and within each other until evening

When, alone, you chase the wild night at your gate

Sweet to weep for, like a wet stray dog

You don't want to hear the crows cry

The diminishing number of lines

To be spoken on this stage, set for how long

The shadow grows, flesh hollows itself out, another

Takes your place. Step by step you leave yourself.