Meeting

I reach out a thread to you,
tiptoe and stretched to a fingertip
as subtle inner constellations feel the strain,
slumbered inertia gives way to well-tuned strings
and I offer a connection, an open invitation,
to empty, energetic, unforgiving space and -
you might meet me here.

To be here

There is a place
I know
where I let go.

And there is nowhere
I know
that feels more like home.