What time is it where you are?
Are you finding these days
just as gruesome as I have?
Or are you welcoming them?
Do you welcome them
as one would do a
longtime lover?
Do you stare at that
simmering sun
or brooding moon
and think up calamities?
I only think of you
What would you do
when the tide is low
and the moon is too high?
Do you think of me?
Is that sky too wide?
I could catch
that shadow on your face
it’s only half mast here
It’s just past noon
It’s just been ten days
What time is it here?
Éloa 
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