48° 21’ 22” North/ 107° 52’ 17” West (hard lines)
if I could make myself tiny enough to travel these instant frequencies between
us I would.
I’d swing by the nearest transmission and pick you up
and her up
and her up
set us down under a big sky that promises a mess of stars
a place without satellites throbbing down from above.
we’ll journey through the hard lines
closer to the ground
closer to reality
closer to the dirt of this process we’re calling Life
cause we like it dirty
and messy
and dramatic
and
complicated.
we function like hard lines strung along an infrequent road.
our presence has purpose.
here it is…
we are the communication traveling these mazes
originating in separate times, experiences, and spaces
crashing in an explosion of light
on our way north
on our way west
on our way.
* * *
(to her)
if I could make myself tiny enough to travel these instant frequencies between
us I would.
my first stop is your ear
your fingertips
where I’ll bend the speed of light to a curve
arching around your sleeping heat
cause only you can transform a phenomena of nature.
we’re out past the sound barrier now
balancing our delicacy in the vacuum of empty space
you can’t speak your fear in this soundless void
but our light shines on your terrified eyes
and I see.
we’re still falling forward despite internally perceived inadequacies.
and we are in search of surpassing the light barrier
beyond sound
beyond light
into touching in the dark
closed eyes
and
trust
that when I reach my hand into the darkness
I will find your hand reaching too,
in search of
me.
August 15-16, 2005