StonesThrow

i draw on concrete, your side and mine
step away and fall in time
and learn there's nothing to confine.
no graphite scribble barricades us
the line is merely what contains us--
the line does not exist.
yours is mine and mine so yours
but i miss it sometimes
i feel my sores
i see the walls of my own home
i know only my flesh, my own bones
they're separate here from yours in ink
but fences blur when we're in sync.
stones are stones and the throw seems distant
but i catch it on the other side.
i had it in my hands the entire time.
together we are apart these days
i wake up- sunrise- infant eyes
suddenly you're so far away
and i am all consuming.
I am sputtering and fuming
but neither one of us has signed the deal.
the contract in my hands isn't even real.
still.
i feel you
sunny sunday afternoons
distant coasts and crashing shores
waves lap from toes and cast the folds
the space it swells, contracts our cells
in cups of what our hearts can hold
the distance not so far as told
my mind and yours
your heart and ours
the same but for infinity.
waves lap and they begin again.

.April 2008.