AT A STRETCH

AT A STRETCH

things inhibit
us

curtail us

bend us
this way and that
to conform
to their way

things
project us       extend us
the marvel of your music
case
          in point

stretching me,  reinventing me,
pushing me past
everything I once figured
about
   bend, not break

thin as a string
as the one Hawking
was looking for

vibing with
         you

up
     but equally
out there

somewhere between
the edge
       of garden and
precincts of infinity