The gradient

We connect

the dots on a graph

with straight lines.

But between them

there is a story to tell

 

 

There was a line

between this one

in the text

but it didn’t rhyme

with the rest.

 

 

Our eyes

like small telescopes

dart from here to there

only able to focus

on one thing, then the next

 

 

And in this moment

There is another time

running

alongside

that could have been

 

 

I play a minor key

A sharp, a flat…

but there are more tones

between white

and black.

 

 

There are notes

between notes

and life between thoughts

and no spaces

inallofthefolds…

 

 

Yet in the pauses

between words

and wars between urge

There is love.

and love does not cancel love,

I believe