after Colin Watson's "The Cave"
We are the two in the cave
the two and the one, the one composed of two.
You will know us from your body's own symmetry
and the compounds of your loneliness.
You might see us as twins
but that it not all of what we are
and does not tell the whole story.
We are not the same but share one sameness.
What you are feeling now is the effect
of that which is between us.
Two white poles
we weave a certain magnetism
on the loom of our arms
clasped significantly at angles like the arms of a symbol.
This is our permanent positioning.
Should we shift we would no longer be what we are
but another shape altogether.
Never to be separated nor drawn finally together,
we tell of something about oneness and twoness.
Here, we put it emotionally for you
so you might understand by our hands and faces.
Here are two sisters pulling and dragging
one head reclining
its eye-line tilted up and out,
one head bowing to the depths.
The sky is patched above the cave.
It is that changeful pink of many skies
hanging translucent like silk in that transition
where day peers through into night
and night clings in threads to the panel of day,
the sky that colour of births and deaths.
And the cave never changes its light.
Here we are as you see us, the human
crisp before a blur of spaces
that might be spinning senseless beyond what you see.
Still, the sky and the cave
the cave and the sky
and we two making an endless one before you.
See at last one arm root us down with the staff it leans on,
while another tips into prayer.