Nynke Passi

Raindrops advance kamikaze-style, surrendering individual, perfect smallness Do tears of an onion look differently under a microscope than tears of grief? A cracked shard of glass reflects the sun as beautifully as a church window Pizzicato spider feet play cobweb harps up in heaven near the ceiling The sun’s lips kiss the earth goodbye so

there is absolution in the unexpected coolness of a sheet_____the whispering of lovelorn cicadas changing form as life does— _____in one room after another_____in husks of cocoon _____behind doors of eyelid, forehead, lip_____hidden by curtains of lashes _____beads of days prayed one by one, worried smooth in the fingers of time _____again_____and_____again the unleavened moon