Pull

Pull

Calm sets like a wish on the night.
In your garden, the fruit trees bloom
with stars. The sky tilts its last light
to the edge. Everything disappears.

We step along hushed roads, discussing
astrology, imagined worlds, things lost
in the turn of a day. We are held in
space that shrinks as we speak.

Need centres us.
We find our axis as the world
spins away, and time stops.

Apart, the pivot remains.
Knowing is enough.