In Transit

There was a trace of an inimitable quality, a sense of realness,

I couldn’t explain it better than that. The sky hung in the distance.

There was a cloud in my vision. I couldn’t make it up the stairs.

I did anyway. I felt spring’s moist breath on my wrists.

The promise of it anyway.

The particles from you reached towards the particles in me

and that’s when it became important to understand how and 

why forces matter. At a certain point, clocks appear to move 

backwards.

You were my Bermuda Triangle. Signals lost, channels

growing funky. Static. Each of us attending to ourself

like antennas. What was my polarity? Silence screaming

at itself to respect why quiet matters.

There was a human wrestling with an angel. There was a palm

against wall. Cool surface of night, warm parameters of flesh.

I thought I could extend my wings for you, eclipse the moon, 

prove I was only ever trying to fly.