What else is a distraction but a shortcut
to God? You and I found each other
like arctic explorers, delirious enough
to hallucinate a twin. I can’t believe
you’re real! I kept exclaiming.
Those heated moments melt and slip –
solitude is still the only thing that feels
eternal. But hope, as they say, springs
eternal. The notion that I could have love
for longer than a summer; that what was lost
could be recovered. Fault lines and red flags
and fire signs turned to ‘catastrophic’.
To turn back in darkness feels cowardly,
not right. Set fire to the trees along
this highway. Bring light to my life.