Catherine Says

There’s a secret passage
to someplace else.
She says as her fingers trace:
An exit from the womb.
A bridge at Minneapolis.

Remember when the world was new
and we were new with it.
Just one more piece of wall please;
before you lock the door
and leave me.

Oh the best light is this light.
The light that leads me,
through and through.
Remember night,
when it was new to you.

All crimson and all black.
Remember the morning,
Your first morning.
You must,
Catherine says.