To Remember

I did not just fall in love with you
I remembered you!
You, the promised land,
the pallet of nectars,
oxygen and springs,
blossoms and fragrances,
THE
fruits of life!

I remembered where
that there
is no degree
no margins and borders
no above or below,
where the world
is the only truth, only trust
only veiled kisses.

I recalled all these in me
when I saw you.

I saw
that life is a squashing windmill,
everything pours down to powder
rocks, turn to sand,
-in order to pass through the throat of an hourglass-
everything falls
turns to debris,
to the
grains of dust!

And sometimes
a breeze blows the dust away
for us
to see things fair again,
to see statues longings to be sculpted,
poetry longing to be written,
-transforming these grains of word
back to where they belong-
pixels
back to the countenances,
sands to the blocks
blocks
back to the rock-hard
buildings.

Blowing dust away to recognize
crystal clarity
again,
to remember you,
to remember “us”

and to remember
that you've
always been
with me.