Possibility
Lang Kanai
It wasn’t until very late into the night, when the wicks slumped
and the windows no longer felt clear on both sides
and the moon which we both loved found a perfect
hole in the darkness to slip into, so late that we were tired
despite the wince of new worlds being born just beyond our eyes,
that I found the courage to stop myself from letting go
and we lay to soreness in the leaping corner hour.
How long ago was that night, and does love quietly build
itself up mirror by mirror, ache to ache, place kisses on birth when it births nothing?
We had no idea that the answer would be yes.
and the windows no longer felt clear on both sides
and the moon which we both loved found a perfect
hole in the darkness to slip into, so late that we were tired
despite the wince of new worlds being born just beyond our eyes,
that I found the courage to stop myself from letting go
and we lay to soreness in the leaping corner hour.
How long ago was that night, and does love quietly build
itself up mirror by mirror, ache to ache, place kisses on birth when it births nothing?
We had no idea that the answer would be yes.
Lang Kanai is a Palauan nature photographer and poet based in Los Angeles. Lang’s writing has appeared in National Geographic and his high school quarterly. He is from Silver Spring, MD.
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