somewhere between us
i feel seconds stretch more than miles;
have fingers I count on, sufficient to span distance in hours,
never expecting joy to wing so far, recklessly
travelled, across so many borders
gladly i would leap days to touch
beyond this ticking and wound thing, time;
any space becoming collapsible moments, past
experience, to flower hope to wonder
your spirit and mine twinning and braided; these
eyes blinded by brightness, snow blindness in winter sun,
have left us reeling and senseless to this,
their purpose, a perfect resonating
silence: together.
***an acrostic from my favorite e.e. cummings poem: "somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond any experience,your eyes have their silence." Hope you like my experiment.