We Could Be

Emi Bergquist

If you were a gender, you’d be
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.
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