In all the time of breaking fast together
only chance decided how the food was shared,
what became the eye looked into,
the hand the other held.
And so we are as one
and yet by chance divided.
How so near?
How so far?
for whom else should I eat?
In thoughts that turn
to love and loving
(the eye looked into):
whose circumference is nowhere,
whose centre is everywhere”;
a panoply of nodes;
an exercise in isometric tensions
(the eye looked into).
The sleepy snake is opening
(the eye looked into)
and you will meet me again at last,
here where the four winds dwell.