Timezones and coordinates
are both fancy ways of saying,
“I’m over here, you’re over there,
and there are borders keeping,
But placing facts out of the way,
I could never say, “in this distance,
I can still feel you here.
It’s like our bodies still remain in coexistence,
And I could never flatten the world,
drain every ocean, or build bridges.
I can’t decrease the distance,
by moving tectonic plates small tiny smidges,
because that would ruin the world,
just to make me happy.
© 2011 The Still Air