we shrink
like many things over time
the pudding in the fridge
receding gums
receding hairlines
so much retreating
no great tragedy
no funeral pyres being lit
no greek chorus explaining why
after so much being together
so much of each other
maybe that’s always
the case
we get smaller to each other
and the space around us expands
a universal condition
everything shrinks
the clay out of the kiln
the forged metal once it’s cooled
once the atoms slow down
and say to each other
–no need to rush