We like simplicity best,
you and I-
you who notices corners,
two lines divided,
and width of streets,
parallels true to Euclid's
space-

And I, always struck
down by that startling
blue of cloudless noons.

We come to corner
in salt of mouth on skin,
of smooth insertion
line to line.

Once, by fireside
shadows caressed the walls.
Tongues of tiny blue
licked a core of flame.
It was Vairocana and his Vajra queen
intersecting for heaven
and the space that surrounds
us-two

simple lines.

©1998, Amy Hart.