In recent times
things are surrounding us
a wooden crafted bird
a wooden bird swallowing a wooden fish
a bird flying in the space between the shelves
and those top shelves like moving spaces of childhood

only you in blue from a time of coming and a time of departing
from a time captive in words and a time separated from all these lands
and how I was going through the winter and how it was snowing and all the rest
and how you were going today through your winter and how it did not snow and all the rest
and how I was going through the winter talking for myself what the hell it is just a simple time, a mere distance, this earth is bearing us, anyway
and we are so blessed

over a hundred years, the one who will read here will say, how fortunate, how close were they / and how far
and over a thousand yearsm they will say, how identical trhey were / and how different / then they'll scan our poems
our words our genes
our loves
they'll rebuild us
in our image and our likeness

if we look in the same mirror for a few moments
then we would go each of us on our path
your reflection there along with my reflection there
could imagine inside
the best possible life together

and this is the tenth poem for you