Eternity

It grew joyful, it became a tune, became a beat, the beat became a quick dance, the moan of the door hinge! Quick, quick, the heels of my shoes pound on the roof of this city, the gnats have turned into butterflies: my dance partners. In the hollow of my footprint in the soil the ears of wheat have sprouted green, ever since that midnight when I saw you hide from the darkness and bloom in my womb...