I came here then: November,
Or in a light which translates morning
Slowly into visibility; the received walks
Patiently toward the receiver.
The seat anchored me with their weight,
I carried my instruments everywhere and their touch
Was deftly surgical, not explicit like diagnosis
But unearthing the pact they had left to full view.
Each of their links were close as the phrase
Demanded, so unbroken the idea
Of one cannot surface without the other,
Each a continued resonance, the answering beat;
Hearing it alone I mapped its return
To the source, its guarded centre, from where both
Had set out into whatever comes next, leaving their names
Malleable, an inscription to grant them permanence.
And then we came together, certain I could
Match them, or inherit a likeness,
The sheet-metal sea was fixed in our outlook
While the rain perfected you.