APART
by VIGGO MORTENSEN

You found my keys
on an angel's hip
moved half the fallen trees
from the frozen road.

This trip is
all I thought
it would be
and we're not
even ½ way yet.

If I can't touch you
with snow-hung firs
our only witnesses
can't have your eyes
when everyone's asleep
then the fire's almost out.

You ask the un-named
attraction to leave town
but keep checking
if I'm still around.
Should we sidestep
putting fingers to
words tracing lips that
would inform us?

Once said I'd missed
you every instant
before we'd met.
Now believe we knew
how sad we'd be
apart.

(1999-2000)