Tuesday, November 15, 2016

spaces



a really long time
of longing
logging our convos
peaked on other peoples
problems
on other projected issues
none of them
ours

fixed on fixing  
friends and family
shared strategies
and stories
some near
many far

could you imagine
if
for just one second
things could have been
different?

me neither

maybe
different
if
you me and life
could have found a way
to aggressively aggregate
ourselves into that small
small world
of tightly fit friends
knit friends
our wit and odds and
ends
and really
some spaces look
better than they feel

but was there any doubt
that fast thin life
not fattened yet
not flattering enough

never faltering
not fretting about much, really-
‘you going for a coffee?
‘sure...’
would expand and
leave us
out of reach
beyond call
but not undone

choices made,
make
distances grow
and the line
between here and then
gets studded with
new relationships
good relationships
finding
rich soil set on permanently
sunny shores

and horizons that
previously could not
be seen from where
we were standing
become the sky
of others
now sitting under
our settled suns
retrospective re enactments
of the whole we once knew
mom and dad, man
they really did teach us
so much

now we pass over
and over onto unto
our ‘others’
our partner
our children
our circles
our spaces
happily and willingly
capably
a phone rings
and odds are
that its not you
and I dont break down
cause I know that these
spaces between us
have been filled with
life and love and important
stuff

no degrees of separation
will ever deplete
first times
and high times
and low
times
feeling my head tip
and ‘is that a tear
drop?’
‘...but I’m smiling...’

still standing
now
so separate
by many spaces
our partnered parallels
play out the music
a simple score
sweetened naturally

like grabbing tendrils
its not about the sun
its about holding on
and
our lives
defeat distance
intertwined





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