Every Day
Genie Cartier
The days are
divided into
the hours that age my
joints,
the same hours
that keep me away from
you,
that separate us in time
and age.
Every day, the same;
the minutes
that coincide paths
the same
minutes
that mimic random
patterns of meetings
and discord, but
fall again and
again
into the same
spirals of hours
and days.