if bodies could flow to where minds fly
I would learn weightlessness on the moon
or perhaps string stars in a burning thread,
not needing breath & laughing
at magnitude and gravity
as if absolute things mean anything
in this madness. in smaller scale
I would gasp at the secret symmetry
glowing in a pinch of sand; bivalve shells
jumbled intimately with quartz
in this flight of mind
where I have asked distance to collapse on itself
as if counted with imaginary numbers
I would find you, perhaps
a variable nested inside all this improbability
Susan Daniels Poetry 
nice really like this an interesting read
Thanks, Bruce. went to go lie down, but got the first 2 lines of this and had to go with it.
You got me with the first line
And I’m already weightless
In your orbit
Even had to delete
Excess baggage
To achieve
Synchronicity
David, your comments make this poet speechless. Just so you know, that is almost impossible to do. What you have written here is simply beautiful.
Very good writing Susan 😉
Dewey, thanks much!
nicey! if bodies could fly to where minds flow!
Thanks, Noel–meanderings of a mind that should have been sleeping–and would have been, but for the whispering of the words in my ear by a certain impish chi…
“a variable nested inside all this improbability” – i don’t know what to say … again, you leave me speechless 🙂
Aw, thanks, GS!
Sensational! a measure of unspoken beauty!
oh, thank you, Deb!
Quite an improbability, atoms meeting atoms. Have I seen you in this configuration before?
sort of 😉