What is
there about the distance
Between you
and me
Some
absolute definition in feet or miles
It is the
same
Unless a
glance askew
Can bridge
the silence
And the
minute hand’s
Slow
movement across the end
Of one day
and the beginning
Of the next
Can repeat
the moment
Does not
have to be sequential
Does not
have to shift from one
Foot to
another in a long-standing wait
And by
repetition can make a
Line into a
single point
Is closer to
the universe’s hypothesized
Beginning,
which neither you nor I
Can reverse
the way a seed can be
Unearthed or
the forgotten can
Be exhumed
and re-lit
Eye to eye
there is a gaze
Broken by
the lids’ involuntary
And
irregular, open and shut
Avowal to
the interrupted
Stream of our
images
In a ritual
exchange, traded
Hold more
than we could glean
By sifting
through all
Recollection.
© cmheuer,
2013
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