the title of this poem

the title of this poem
is "backwards and forwards"

back, because we are never
prepared for this

forward,
because we must be

for even on flowering tree days
we have not seen all,
have not tasted the leper
or conjured a suitable image
of a Divine we can
intimately rely on

...not so far
...not as of yet

we move
back and forth
to reclaim then to retain
to release then on an eve
of starlight falling down on us
(a light snow in the stillness)
we stumble on our lovers' remains,
to fall apart
to fertilize the soil
with our remains as well