Vanishing Points - Gregory White

[Lawrence Robinson]

Vanishing Points

Our eyes peer down time
into the futures of you and me.
My love, we seem to disappear
in every look, skimming all the futures
we imagine.  When is our last supper?

When did you first vanish into me and
I into you?  Was it that trek along
Nepali cliffs, or that late spring float
down the Danube, its banks vanishing
while we drifted?

We wake up this early morning, bodies
in parallel, futures and pasts receding
further out past our bed, our home, past
decades of gardens, until our children
themselves disappear.

	- Gregory White