We Are Each Other's Proof Poem by Irene Mitchell

We Are Each Other's Proof


Has it been twenty years or two minutes
since your steel-bending
speech to my soul?

I was keeper of the window shades,
watcher of sun's rise and retreat,
a sensor on the lookout for perfect conditions.

Ice floes, you said,
will ever bruise against a barrier,
but lean awhile, take no measure
of tide or latitude
or trenchant circumstance.
The speckled egg reminds the flower
that little worlds
must be attentive to their hour.

I received your blueprint
from inside my globe
as though the train had stopped
but the clouds scudded on.