Wednesday, March 17, 2010

We Talked

We talked about bridges.
You showed me pictures,
coast to coast,
long arcs like spines.
Or flat and long
like arms turned palm-up,
blue veins running lengthwise
over water.
I could almost hear you,

but the world was still.
There was a madness in the air
like swirling winds,
an invisible force.

We talked in shades of rust.
We examined distances.

The height of the Bosphorous Bridge
above sea level
is that of the tallest man
times eight. The distance
between desperation and death
is shortest in Lithuania.
The space between your heart and mine
could span the Atlantic.