Relativity

Sometimes when we’re together

I don’t feel like a family of one

One of us utters a reflective phrase and the other

Picks up pitch and tune and rhythm

To meet somewhere in a chord with memory

And philosophical empathy

Themes in our rotation lead to rendezvous’ of Soul

Sometimes in the house of Riley

 

Other times in houses without walls:

Houses not made by hand – dwellings without

Foundations or ceilings – free floating

Particulars in our narratives surrender to touchstones

Burning with kinship

What happens then is more complicated

Than either of us intended and a primal dance ensues

Relativity makes everything new over and over again

 

We go to spaces we made with wills

Taking ourselves out of other people’s hands

Because we need our lives back from prerogatives

That prevent grace from being a quality in dance

Moving without a hitch is what I long for

There’s a step I need to make that defies gravity

I breathe deeply praying for buoyancy

In space beneath my weight