Hourglass

How delicate the waist of the hourglass
through which all my meaning must pass to find
its way to you, how intimate, how perilous
this passage, which asks of you only that

you hold your end wide for onrushing air
to catch what passed the straits, that hint of me
that might become in you, a glint of us,
a joint voyage thanks to this, hourglass

that mel…