Now we're up on the edge

and over, on the mountain

with mountains beyond. Behind us,

            in the dark

of the valley, villages are embers

The walls of the room are white and clean -
all sign's of yesterdays sorrows scrubbed
away with bleach.

At dawn, she climbs over the horizon
to slink between the curtains
and rest her head on your pillow.

This is the kingdom of the Water Bear.

To enter here, you have to shrink

and slow down, down. A day

is one tick of the clock, one blink