Respect the boundary

Your you-ness on that side
of the line
My me-ness over here

The bowls of our bodies
are shallow
And life has heaped them high

With whispers
And angels hiding in stones
And leaves

And deeper still the ashes
of these
And deeper still

Atoms of memory

And when the wind blows
our heaping bowls
are scattered

Silting on the lines
And with another breath
angels, ashes and atoms fly