Apart

by Robert Mitchell

Though often I feel you
tugging at the last strands of our
bindings,
seeking release,
I am never away from you.
Never away from those seconds
when all the planets aligned to your
movement
and all commandments shattered
as you agreed to walk in my direction for
the first time.

So
can we try looking at the night stars and
letting them run
through us
till they are passed and gone,
not forever
but for now
and here,
in this moment,
become
stiller than stone
stiller than any quantity or quality known
alone?