And then

[peter danielsen]

And then it can happen
that you go out on the terrace
in front of the old rectory

dimly lit.
like a cigarette glow

after a few minutes
kneeling over the ashes

which forms patterns
that resembles the universe
immediately
after the beginning

and then a breath of wind
and it's all gone
just like yourself and

two billion breaths
dissolved in tears
in the late summer evening sun