Drift

Who breaks away

In forgetting that there 
are two untouchables born
every time touching you 
becomes a taboo.

For I become one too.

Like the side of the glacier that
has thawed too soon from the
rest of the mass,
So thaws a part of me, too soon.
And wrenches away.


Who breaks away

and measures how great
is the fissure that remains,
for it will take looking back.

In acquitting oneself from the whole,
two untouchables are born -
But who shall grab your ankles
and help you wrench away 
From the drifting two?

For I become one too.