Have We Always Been This Close

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Has the world has always been so close? 


The looming shadows strike the window

We can feel the breath hot down the back of our necks

The glass fogs and we wonder what it is carrying. 


The crack of joints popping 

Echo through every ear canal

Seven miles away, someone is kneeling

Prayer barely above a whisper 

Drowned out by an empty train rattling 

Carrying it all closer to the front door. 


Two feet on the welcome mat now. 


Were you heard cosmically?

Descent from an atmospheric pressure 

Unfamiliar to the air these lungs are used to breathing

Did you ask for the shift?


There answers in the gesture of a loose fist 

In motion from the side body in the moments

Between the meeting of the texture of an aging door

You will keep the splinter.


Have we always been this close?


What is between us but a slab of oak

What is between us but mental highways

And a bridge suspended

Without an anchor

What is between us but an unfurling carpet

That stretches across acres and aches 


An irregular beating of a calcifying heart

Through a phone with a winding cord.

Every thump a live stream of molecules 

Particles being broken down

Knitting together patterns previously unimaginable 


What is outside the window as it steams

Is what is in between the miles

In between who we used to be

It is the moment before the sound and silent knock

And the moment after you remember

A long-forgotten cup of steeping tea


Submitted: November 05, 2020

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