On Canvas made of Silence

Across time and distance, it waits

For us to slow down and see it for what it is;

Ties, invisible, have a character and patience of their own.

Weighed down by baggage, we hustle ourselves

Into the known – or that which we deem knowable

Where minds produce realities of our liking

And we get to ignore forces of nature, including our own.

Across time and distance, few bonds survive

Like cacti in a desert that need no water to bloom

In lonely landscapes that penetrate our existence.

I can’t tell if our orbits shall run into one another again, or

Whether our circumstances will be aligned.

But I sit here watching the invisible link

Between us: a trail intact while we’re still strangers.

Across time and distance, you make me smile.

On canvas made of silence


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