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The Distance Between Two Points Increases Over Time
Stretching from three minutes
to thirty
to three hundred
to three thousand.
Minutes to moments to miles,
and if a feeling is a mile a minute,
there are millions to travel.
Luck has nothing to do with it,
and neither does courage
because sometimes, the minutes and miles
fold back upon each other
to bring about a new journey
a new feeling
and a new minute
that resembles one already past.
Time pulses expand and contract the feelings
while traveling
and hoping
and wishing
for distances to close or widen
and heart beats cover more ground
than empty words and moments.
Happiness collides over cities never visited
and dreams never realized.
Lapses in dreams occur
as the distance and time come back
in full force
adding something new to the equation.
Clocks tick and the earth spins
sometimes in unison,
but often not,
with the feelings ever had
or spoken
or sung.
The heavens remain constant,
watching over the earth
as it spins hearts together
and bodies farther apart.
People come and people go
to different places and futures,
leaving impressions and words of advice.
Thousands of moments away,
a bird chirps to awaken a new evening
and hundreds of moments away she sings good morning.
one person stays in the same place
the whole time
while everything drifts around at the the speed of light
and as the time and the distance come closer,
one person stays in the same place.
it’s a dance of the earth and sky,
a sound of laughter caught on the breeze
traveling for one person to the places never been
and the moments too close to home.
memories travel the country
in someone else’s brain
so one person in the same place can feel well-travelled.
space plays a joke and time has a happy ending
and changes to re-do
what’s been undone in the wake of distance.
so when it all gets further away
its still so close and opening up
new worlds and new places.
Life moves on the way it should
and secret waiting occurs,
while secret plans formulate,
no matter what the consequence.
Hopeful thoughts toy with the idea of reality
and harmony with the chime of the hour and mile.
quickly sometimes, the time rushes back
through the mountains of moments
etching a canyon for love and the reality of others,
a beatiful rocky nest for beautiful soft things
like birds and flowers and smiles.
bits of heaven and real life fill the cracks left behind
when the mountains move and freeze over
as they pass like icebergs contracting the distance
and numbing the time.
and three thousand miles turn to three minutes
left to fill the pages of hearts wandering foreign lands.
home is closer,
and farther away
and life is calling out a siren song
carrying one person in its ebb and flow.
