I hope I’ve encountered you again.
I hope somewhere in the earth’s soil skirts our threads have met
By some terrestrial rustling.
Born back up through some tulip root
Or clung (for dear, reassembled life) to my ankles in the graveyard.
Maybe in some soft matter while I swam
Chest deep over the old cottage stones.
I hope the water found us in the same curious cities.
Or that in dark, distinctive places
You sped off to me as heat
As I warmed my hands
Maybe I’ve inhaled you with lucky lungs
Or you’ve settled as dust
On the shoulders of my chaos
I hope in some entropic act of bliss
I’ve brushed you through my hair
And found you on my skin again