WE REVEAL THE TIMES

We exist when the windows

and the secret documents are open.

We disperse the dust without mentioning

the dead and those they loved undyingly.

We always pack our pyjamas

at the bottom of the suitcase

and our shoes are never turned face to face.

We read our letters once

to hide some secret.

With hands stretched out we reveal the times,

stay silent, silent, whisper things

that matter less than the interrupted dream

of a butterfly that lives only for a day.