This diluted sunset
laid out before us once we reached
our first unobstructed view over the hills
when snow was a thing of the past
and you complained about the trees
along the way obscuring the sight
despite its most demure intentions
was gripping
you know me like a sister knows
in the dark her way through the woods
despite moss overgrowth you know me
like a sister knows eyes closed
where to grope
I was hoping for a spectacular sunrise on my first awakening by your side as I drew the curtains of the window with the breath taking view over the roofs and the city opulent and flat like a sea that meets clandestine its lover the sky but all I saw was disappointment forgetting it’s winter and your window faces north
________________________________ Marie-Pascale Hardy is an artist whose practice extends across poetry, performance, vocal and visual art. Her words have appeared in Poetry London, SAND, FU Review, stadtsprachen, Burning House.
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