Temporal Dialogue

If you should ask me a question,

and I should sink in the snow,

there would be only an answer

that neither of us would know.

The answer sprouts to a question,

the question grows to a tree

that reaches as high as you are

from roots no deeper than me.

If you should give me an answer,

and I should step to the sun,

would there be only an ending

of what was never begun?

The question grows to an answer,

the answer springs to a tree

whose branches flower in cloud-tops,

whose roots go under the sea.