Do it like the sundial
count only the beautiful hours
not what was said
but knowing that not knowing is intimacy
know even the dahlias
and daffodils
every one a stand in for
dearly beloved
dearly departed
anticipate
without thread
a grief from the future
a speculation that could
imagine
worse outcomes and better remedies
lives nodally lying next to me
or whomever
point to point particle
say no to narrative and take up only touch
which is impossible
obviously
utterly impossible to accomplish
but instead
bear boundaries happily
instead to arrive only
at exactly the same different place
on a bearing
in an orbit
aping the arcs and dramas of these translunary bodies
feeling full of galactic love