coffee in space

now, i cut the thread,
coffee, cheese and bread.
the snow falls and falls,
all light dim and diffuse

walking through sand,
heavy and tiring,
carrying me, also
the one i do not like.

i carry him on my shoulder.
he says i want,
he thinks and talks
i try to un-listen,

let his wishes drop.
they stick to my shoes.
his thoughts are empty,
and i ask the sky

how to live between
and in between
the sounds of flute
and the caress of wind

and space opens
and asks, invites me
to breathe and to be.
my love cannot be

together with me,
she lives inside
like a poem
whispered by birds,

a seed given to me
to water and grow,
now in winter
this is my gift.