Gulf

An outstretched hand advances
makes its way through waves of doubt,
tidal in its motion,
reaches its destination,
plants firmly on pale skin

a curtain, a veil, a subatomic barrier,
shudders violently as two bodies collide,
maintains the illusion of separation

a cool ocean, the face of the admired,
the face of the loved, and a desire to commune
somehow whole but never enough, a warm gulf
signifies a distance far greater,
never conquered

electricity erupts along the fabric atomic,
strains against the lack of weight, the abundance of
desire, hearts afire does not compute

four fingers falling, a thumb in tow,
retracing steps through a gulf ever widening,
spurned on by a letting go,
every attempt closing in on
one unified moment.

Casey Has Broken the Sky

Everything is a blur, an apple-blue, howling blur.
This lasts for a few minutes,
then through the haze a crackling voice is heard,

“Casey! Are you there? I’m talking to you. Are you there?”

and then the camera, she has eyes, I’m not kidding, big round eyes,
peering, as if a snake…

…as if a snake, she is my head, peering down the length of my shattered arms, watching my hands as they become fans,
those Tokyo-type of fans, leaving trails of you in their wake,

“I thought you were real!”

and the earth, she begins to quake
as the sky…
…he begins to break

while some distance off, Casey, he points forever to the sky
wishing you or I
could see the vapor trail he left behind.

Uncertainty

Not enough calm to realize the moment
before me,

I focus on a child’s pointing finger -
we are somehow the same.

Not enough time to get the words out
correctly,

I stare down at the plate before me,
a child’s voice; she’s calling.

Not enough space to wrap my arms
around you,

I flounder, in this moment,
alone, see?

Not enough understanding of what it is
that defines me,

I let go of the futility,
knowing no certainty.