just like you. And now we’re both lost there and the good
news is we have each other and this vast whiteness except
for a few marks, marks we cannot read because we are too
close to it or too far, or too much to this side of it or that side
of up or down and there is no use reading the landscape for
meaning if you can’t make out what the landscape consists
of so we spend a great deal of time pressing our fingers
against our eyes as if to wipe the tiredness away but clarity
won’t come and there’s some small comfort in that, to be
surprised you know, to let whatever happens happen, and
good news, we’re still here and we are between this and that
and life is like that I being yours and you being mine
meandering in this place we’ve found ourselves in, throwing
the dice since perhaps the colors will be better found that
way, the cloth perhaps better woven that way, by god knows
what means, not by your means or my means, but divinely
made as such things are if they come at all and as I said, we
got lost there long ago. It was the throw of the dice, you
know. They said we could go anywhere. Just pick a place,
any place. That meant so much to me once, that is to say, a
long time ago.

Jenene Ravesloot

First published in After Hours Press, 2019