Out of touch, adrift in the middle of the night.
The silent parking lot, darkened storefronts, and quiet stone of trodden sidewalk.
Noontime will be all aflutter, like bees in a hive.
The distances between me and you
Separate by degrees, minute-hands, calendar years, a decade plus.
The distances between my heart and yours
Nanometers of spirt, space between the electrons snug in a nucleus.
Lost in this web of non-connectedness
pondering the next steps toward a future
plodding through rocky trails, landmines, and obstacle courses.
Looking for the light, the sunny grove, avoiding the shadow and pitfalls.
A pair of birds sitting on the nightlines
singing out before the moon is bisected by wires
one bird flies, one birdsong continues
The silent parking lot, darkened storefronts, and quiet stone of trodden sidewalk.
Noontime will be all aflutter, like bees in a hive.
The distances between me and you
Separate by degrees, minute-hands, calendar years, a decade plus.
The distances between my heart and yours
Nanometers of spirt, space between the electrons snug in a nucleus.
Lost in this web of non-connectedness
pondering the next steps toward a future
plodding through rocky trails, landmines, and obstacle courses.
Looking for the light, the sunny grove, avoiding the shadow and pitfalls.
A pair of birds sitting on the nightlines
singing out before the moon is bisected by wires
one bird flies, one birdsong continues
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