Still Learning 

 

I am still learning

The way your city block 

Meets my 

Sheep stone wall

Sitting complimentary like 

Oil and vinegar.

If I could mine the 

Metropolitan cave of your

Memories to know 

The landscape of your formation

I would.

You body emerged from 

Humid subway vents and 

Elevator doors descending. 

Mine from a murky bog 

And hollow tree trunks.

Though it feels like your 

Expansive maze of a city

And my sprawling 

Marshy grasslands

Have grown smaller now.

Converging within our 

Apartment’s walls

Bodies acting as vessels

Containing landscapes of 

Ourselves

Edges 

Touching.