WEAVE,

WEAVE

don’t you feel
in your bones?

we’ve been
here before

weave
we’ve

same story
same
poem maybe
same long-suffering life

or,
   turn a cartwheel,
everything topsy-
turvy
    dizzy vice-versa
vis-a
vis
you and me

sucking on a bon-bon
wondering what it
all
   boils
down to

essence of
difference

portrait
of polarity

something solid and serious
substantial in our connection

or maybe
     vapid, ephemeral

nothing more than a breath

would take your
every breath

been
here before
              wove
so much less

could have
wove so much more,