Wednesday, February 3, 2016

To Kip, undeterred

It's bitter cold out here before the sunrise.
The power lines are humming with the lake a distant 40 yards off,
and we're here, sitting in your car at 5am,
wishing the world would stop spinning.

"it's getting cold," you say, and I grasp your hand. 
The diesel smell has dissipated, but I still smell your hair in this stillness.
"Do you know the reason I call us by our celestial names?" I ask.

Years ago, you told me a story about how vast and distant everything is in space
How things move with a great clock marking the time.
And as it ticks, we all dance to its beat.

You and I were always off time, eclipsing and countering each other.
We never stopped orbiting, and we still inch closer.

Someday we will have to pick:
explode from a slingshot or conjoin into one.

Hold tight to my gravity, and i'll hold to yours. 
And let's see where we land.


  1. This is beautiful. It makes me like tear up. I love the last two lines especially bc of the gravity thing. Do you know the Sara Bareilles song "Gravity"?

    1. Oooh. listening to it. It's really well made.