For What Is Already Gone

This windy September night the air’s as noisy as any
shallow stream
Beyond it the stars shimmer through time’s waves

Beyond them lies the unreachable
river bed
Beyond that if there is any bedrock to the soul

of the universe will I find you whole
again there
or will it be an imprint on an eon’s sediment

of what has passed
both of us
already becoming others in another time