Cosmology

(who we are, materially)

 

I look away

Not always with my eyes

And I think

 

I cannot see my thought

I cannot see yours

Though I might fancy

In the expression of your

Eyes, your face, your

Body lines

 

That I know something about

What’s going on inside

Of you

 

And if you want something

(Hopefully good) from

Me

 

And I can become

Frustrated knowing that the

Container of my thoughts

Is simply this body

Nothing more

 

How do we get together

How do I get myself

Over to you

 

Maybe I don’t

At least not for now

Somehow electric thought

Remains inside flesh

And form, which

Move if my synapses

Are moving

 

For the better day

When we can do better

Than this to have,

To hold each other