We Could Be
Emi Bergquist
the wind parting water,
frescoes preserved from fading,
& rose gardens in high summer.
And perhaps, I’d be
the empty space
between a paintbrush and its canvas,
blank as an unnamed tombstone.
The way anticipation hangs
on the edge of that moment
right before the first stroke lays
down its rightful claim;
the finality of a beginning,
the shifting of the seasons.
If we were Greek Titans,
we’d be two tellers of time.
You’d be Kronos, linear
& forward thinking, revered amongst
all with careful calculations,
relentless precision; you were born to rule.
Whereas I’d be a missed flight away,
at times even two, an agent
of serendipity & chaos,
the winged Titan Kairos,
who weaves synchronicity while
blindfolded, dancing on arrows & singing our name;
who devours a whole forest on fire
to feed the hunt, the heart, the body hot.