Ed Hunsinger | CC BY-NC 2.0

Rebecca

The first time —
when will
that be,
destined
icecapped polestars
happenstanced
— from the first,
how I gazed
past now, always,
wide-eyed — not yet
met, remembering
— her name
Rebecca,
surely — even from
twin sunbursts
before the drift,
a-wonder — and your
hair streams
across the void.