Since we touched
Locked together by a mystery calmness
As if in a strange city
Where all the past with which our bodies
Were jammed became an epiphany

So long
Since you rearranged my mind
Like a hand rearranges a window
Placing carefully here an old thing
A new thing there
Moving back and forth something foreign now
And then something resident
Changing, organising, shaping
Perhaps an inch of a plant that way
And this a corner of air

That our separate selves have become ships
On a windless sea, adrift maybe,
Drifting momentarily towards each other
And out again

(in memoriam)