Once, We Fell Through the Edge

“I am writing this now;
and when you read it,
it will be now.”
—Duane Michals

Duane Michals (American, b. 1932), Now Becoming Then, 1976
Gelatin silver print

The outlet marks
where we turned away.

We, as in now me
and then me.

Our back arches
our hand retreats.

Our blur approaches
our grey mirror.

Our eye looks
for words.

Splice horizon cracks
fireplace coda:

your body material
constructs time
.