Signals and Systems

Difference, difference, difference.

They run breathless circles

around it, chasing it until

their faces turn blue.

Working with, taking in,

leaving a seat at the table

for what is there to drive them apart.

Rush of blood to the head.

Spaces where one’s hands tremble,

the other follows the folds by memory.

One is all nerves — all feeling,

the other hesitates to move with the moment.
A slow spiral backwards.

Take them back to what they can understand,

a common ground that is greater

than they know. Let them see and push against

the troubled adrenaline rush they face

when the sunset evenings bleach the sky

and their currents hit the air all wrong.

If they could just give in

a little bit more to this moment, this time.

Turn their eyes towards the sun rising,

as all the delicate lines between them

untangle and they see each other clearly.

This moment,

this time

it’s us.