This Snail, this day​



For being this snail, this day,
at this joint singularity
of time and space –
I take you into the deepest
regions of my head
and find contentment.



Accidents of birth and chromosome
have brought us here;
relationships that bloomed –
ties that withered –
trudged this one path only
that led to replete September.



Under this triumph of starved light,
this treasure-house of gloom
where shadows freckle down – 
I watch your quiet movement in the leaves – 
I listen to our union of silences.