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,
solid,
individual
in our reticence
not one, but two.
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