When you meet satellite maps and secondhand books, your eyes crinkle.
Throat tightens and sticks fast to the word.
Deep space falls across our shoulders as the planets spin their rounds. They are always further than we imagine.
If… perhaps the mountains and gorges and lakes and windswept plains of the wild land
will dissolve the memory of your space gaze, or will I ever have the chance
to stand in front of a comet sky and your kindness.