there is no wonder in being safe

filled into a calm surface.

living a burnished trace of life on 

the gilt framed mirror of you.

thinking of reasons to sporadically

emit words of affection

choosing think emptily

there was the unseen beginning of

joy transitioning to existence

and we are humbled by circumstance

to live upon the structure of life

rather than in it.

should i urge contrary action to

unwilling legs, body and brain already 

on the path to the end….

sometimes the common air transmutes then connects

our panic, hope, even love

a transient reality that lives outside 

the me house that others visit. 

I have the hardest time explaining

what all we mean, unconsciously, to each

other and ourselves

the shared connections in the spidery

strands of data sent and received in

air between here and where you are

a momentary glimpse of

words that don’t exist

except in neurotransmitters and optic nerves

and a thought sent out from me to you

still we remain apart