Distance

[It's as if the very sense of thin sheens of surfaces creates a way to move through them...  As if they are not there at all, but only hint of something to be touched, had, possessed, captured...  To touch them is to have them disappear...  It seems as some moments when we feel a closeness yet are so very far away from what we strive for, yet are, truly, close in very simple, beautiful ways...]

Anyone can offer distance

far beyond a way to tell of it

along the way

and even as I know

I do not

deny myself that simple joy

Of simply placing it there

As if an offer to

Be accepted,

I know I’m never

there – I only keep on holding

distance

so close, not touching it,

not crossing it,

even as simple time

fills all distance

simply fills it 

with light

In ways that open ways

to have distance, or none, 

accepted, again

And again,

even as it seems all that I can give you

All that you accept¨

All that is what we can share

yet all we really need