1.

the shortest line between two points
is a straight line

but such a thing does not exist

so the shortest line will be slightly curving
under the huge cosmic breath

it will be this curving Milky Way
gleaming traces left by a god
who has just stepped
across

: I can rarely see it with my naked eye
because of the city
but there is something in us that can find it
whether in the dead of night
or in broad daylight

some unspeakable Braille

2.

sometimes just a flash
that seems to get us together
the split second zigzagging
between there and here
- bouncing off stars
bouncing off
every cell

this quickness of ours
this now
the coincidence

one
beat

3.

a labyrinth of mirrors
that brings us so close
keeps us so far

a gaze
a feeling
an illusion, like exotic fish in a pond
who are there but they aren’t
- or not quite where we thought

a labyrinth of mirrors
in which one steps
forgetting about doors