A Short Poem

In sunlit streets we walk distracted
And our eyes flicker aside
With our minds scattered somewhere a little removed from our bodies.
The grass flickers flickers in new yellow sunlight
In magic new brightness
The other energetic side of magic blind night
What the wind does in the grass while I watch paralysed by the terrified tremor of forming life
Rise to a shudder in drawing afternoon of stillness, perturbed by the flicker of grass blades and the quiver.
You have lost the parts of yours scattered in endless absent-mindedness in different nights, and mine just forms and begins to be scattered and spread in the new quiescence of this house.