Her fingertip on
her chin
Her mouth is open
in awe
He follows close
behind her
A beheaded
military horse
Its body is still
facing the rider’s hood
She is silent
And he is too
At this moment
In a space even
shorter than an arm’s length
What kind of wind
is blowing in the meadow in her brain?
What uproar of
crumbling stone pillars can he hear?
Is she thinking
about the wrongly matched tie he wore a year
ago?
Or is he thinking
about the photo with a mummy forced by her on
him just half an hour ago?
Or they are going
to the supermarket soon to buy the spaghetti for
dinner?
Now she is
standing in front of the awesome remains of
Athena
He is following
close behind
Staring at the
defeated Poseidon
She is silent
And he is too
No, it is not
that they have quarreled
They still love
each other deeply
I can even
predict that they will be close as ever tonight
I only witness
In this massive
room there exist two people
Who like two
galaxies in the vastness of space can never
reach each other in the whole life
written @ The
British Museum
