Slip

I look into the glass

It is melting

My reflection

Distorting

Slipping

Like waves through my hands

A tidal wave

Everything is ephemeral

Everything is rice at a wedding

Trampled underfoot

The light refracts

With a misstep

We broke our mothers’ backs

It was a long labor

And the pangs echo

Like the end of the world

It is coming

Like a train

And like a tornado

Like the last rain

Before the flood

Three

Two

Will you?

There is a wide, wide field 

And there are a hundred thousand stars 

And there is a patch of cool, damp grass 

Will you away with me? 
There is a deep, deep lake

And there are schools of fish and flocks of birds

And there is a space where the water is thick with life

Will you away with me?
There is a warm, warm room

And there are a pair of mugs with breaths of steam

And there is a blanket big enough for two

Will you stay with me?