One

distance immaterial

our equator under

this

I stand

in the meridian

of our shadow

where longitude

bisects

indivisible

North & South

and all the latitude

standing

with arms outstretched

gives...

a reach so wide

it wraps around us twice

immeasurable

that's how

we cut

on the bias

the fabric of Love

I will stand

under

I will make Time

I will make Space

even if I have to

make a hole

myself

what

I felt

at the core

molten

is not past tense

and if there is

some

question

at the end

it's cause

we are still

wondering

about...

...retracing

our beginning