And now we
Have quieted like
A kettle taken
Off the boil
Still warm capable
Of steeping but
Silent and simmering
Wondering here what
If anything our
Purpose is was
Except to whistle
Be noticed and
Now sit still
Warm to touch
Waiting waiting waiting
For our chance
To be something
Besides what we
Appear to be
And then from
Across the world
Perhaps the room
Space between us
Came a hello
Formed as wink
Followed by questions
And a tinge
Of laughter which
Tickled all me
We teased and
Joked and admitted
Our subtle attraction
And moved around
Each other like
The sun and
The moon aware
Of the gravity
Of us in
Space seeing each
Other yet never
Really really ever
Able to touch
I have discovered
That as long
As I’m living
I am learning
Sometimes it’s joyful
And sometimes painful
Change can hurt
And often does
Reaching for sun
Or the stars
Stretching and touching
Them can burn
But that’s life
Isn’t it really
The best prison
Allows one thought
And that boo
You have brought
Me how we
Are not alike
How maybe oneday
You might understand
Until then understand
That I was
You 30 years
Ago before I
Was ever me
Youth conjures thinking
Thinking conjures mind
Mind conjures action
And action conjures
Either change or
Something else waiting
For that change
Change is coming
