If it is changed,
I will know it.
If it has been undone,
my hands will be sore
from the act
of undoing.
I rest,
I can see
a future:
we are beneath the water
our bodies – undone.
I knew it by
the way we looked at each other
when we realized
we are not others
but a singular
one.
When we sleep, we sleep
with the mountains.
We are stoic grinding into the night.