A Sudden Temple (A Gigan)

I talk to him about immortality, the way he will be

preserved forever in the written word.

 

I tell him about the love letters,

how they have been composed, directed

with misdirection, from the grey edge of our childhood.

 

He is too far away to feel, to get a hold of,

hold onto, hold forever.

 

This is what we are here for, born for, I say,

to build temples, impromptu, emerging

 

from that time we waited for mom,

outside the door in our pajamas, we stayed

 

silent until she came back.  But he remembers

her anger, and I remember the sweet center

of Chinese cookies in the park in autumn.

 

I convince him he is immortal, and like me,

the world will love him from a distance.