POEM - Skypointing

Do you recall how we
Looked like braided rope
When we took to Skypointing?

Our lust was so efficient
With the acute focus of youth;
We
Arched our heads backward
Dizzy with what was to come,
Tilting at what seemed unknowable,
We questioned everything
shaking
the truth which holds tight
Like rain clinging to the Rose of Sharon;
Until we emptied all that we
Could know or feel
into each other
And created yet another universe.

MB 2004