I am connected to you by a piece of elastic.
It’s thick when you’re near, and then I start to veer
off on an adventure – not that it’s not adventurous with you,
but I want something just for me, too.
I stretch it over embraces from friends,
the ends of books that have me living elsewhere,
prayer of everywhere but here,
the altar of get-better, do-better, self-aware,
and the elastic loses its stretch, risks plasticity…
all you want is simplicity but don’t worry,
no matter where I go, whom I meet,
and even if it’s a pile of thread shredded at my feet,
I’ll find you.
You are connected to me by a piece of elastic.