seedling, for interweave #3

Glance of body in
peripheral haze, zenith and warrior
like a living room
feast. I am splintering
in the most common
ways, starting from
my fingertips and moving
to yours. Alternation
of knee and navel under
your breath. Somehow
when we swim, the horizon
shifts and becomes
something like a window,
but made of grass
and seedlings. If only
the comma would give way, letting
light in, letting
the shutter close more like a funnel,
like an eye.