We Create Backwards to Arrive Here

The last thing I remember is playing pool,

then Christmas again,

then you are born.

All of this happened far away

from today: our galaxay

travels millions of miles each hour.

The dust is not settled

on the volcano, the solar eclipse

not lost its lips–

your name echoes

inside a locked sanctuary.

You can only read this

if you stand on another planet

and look down.

Can you see it now?

The last thing is playing pool,

then Christmas again,

then you are born.

The first thing is last,

the second just happened,

and the last is first.

We write in this direction

when we create backwards

to arrive here:

true again and there

all the time.