The Weight of Our Potential

When you and I sit very still,

listening to the same moment

breathing the same air

and sharing this original and never-to-be-revisited point

in space

and time,

it’s impossible not to feel the weight of our potential.

* Pregnant with possibility.

I'm overwhelmed with the urge to dissolve and enter

the eternal stream,

dragging you along by your trembling hand.


But you resist, ever so slightly

And I know you're not ready.


Not yet.


The moment passes, and we remain,



in our reticence

not one, but two.

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