Write, hesitant hand,
a date, spread the numbers out,
add a hyphen between day
and month, and then between month
and year, and close,
fist, now
that the time has been convened
and wait, you sitting
shadow, outline,
breath that escapes
from a body and returns to it.

Wait for the luxury
of having thickness
and volume: a name
tied to the names, in a place
tied to the places, a net
therefore
that will keep you somewhere
suspended
a little bit longer
away from the void.