on the water they were born for, from us, for us, of us
I imagine the moment life starts, as one tiny cell
one tiny us — I’ve been moment in movement
since before our stories were written down in hieroglyphs
I’ve been written, I’ve been down
down the Nile in a basket, but never abandoned
skin sage meridian — my hands on my head, what space between
exists millions of vibrating cells like ancient stars
what isolation — this, that gave movement, its skin
folded over time, wrinkled and reborn anew
I just stepped outside, it’s all still there
same sun, same moon, recycled daily,
as me, of me, my ancient artifice — beckoning, one tiny outside
the arch stays so we may go, it spans beyond so we may connect