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We Weather the World Well

Artwork by Noa Yehiel

If became then
in the hypothesis of our possible genesis
implausible, at first
then exacting
in the implementation,
in the precise categorization
of the you and me and him and her
into a congealed new substance
unprecedented:
an us

Its two sets of eyes
fix sometimes at each other
but often outward, gazing at a world spinning
steadfast because between those two pairs,
there are two arms met
pale and long
muscled and slim
and one bearing faint scars amongst the freckles
that trace paths to two twined hands

The creature extends outward,
this creature we are
two complementary bodies
and two opposing minds
analyzing and classifying
the world in which it operates
thriving off of its own stubborn permanence
it survives
passionately
a new science within its unthinkable persistence
it believes in its own immortality

Rejecting in one mind the dying sun of the other
This us breaks gaze with the cold, the forgetting,
the roots between the lonely
long enough to look at the sky
And with neither star nor darkness in balance
We weather the world well

—

Francesca von Krauland is a Miami-born Cuban and Austrian writer. She is a lover of cappuccinos, cats, and conversations that go on for hours.

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