Tomorrow's Poem

Sometimes the plague sometimes the flood sometimes the tyrant wanted us apart from each other. Each raised a fence around us. We were left alone, alone in appearance. Our small hands, slowly, slowly sought each other. As in the time when in the dark we ran our hands along the wall to find each other. Sometimes everything wanted us apart from each other. But time was with us we were companions of time: we prevailed with all the beating hearts: over darkness over the tyrant over the plague over the separations of our embraces...