Link and Spore

Before we coast    
  
                               into the lift

the pilot 
says a few words 
  on his many years          of experience

as if to reassure

There may be some                      turbulence
   
Cloudiness in the skies      over Chicago

a light wind but this is            never only just
about weather

Yesterday                          walking under

the train tracks downtown   
           My friend and I          looked into her camera for

a selfie                     The light was so bright 

 it glanced off my glasses 
     in such a way                 it made my pupils look white
    
We spoke of how we are       blind—

                                 Time is always breaking
and catching         
                       We think of the pauses as 

   interminable when in                   truth      it is fear
That can’t see past its face

                               But my friend sat with seedlings
for a hundred days  
            learning how it is          that we are 
                    all connected to the earth


~ For Myrna, and M.G.