Was it yesterday?
We jumped the fence
To lay in that twilit field
Bonding the curvature of our spines to Earth’s arc
The crepuscular crickets paused their clicking
On this timepiece, my feet at twelve and yours at six
Ears pressed in a vacuum
Hush, hush holding us til dusk
The disks in our irises floating away
When our lenses reflect the starry shards
Wavering over us in the lamp black
I am still
Listening for you
In that field over the fence.
Emily Conyngham, 2012