The Story Garden 5.0
Poetry
time, space, and the whole shebang
discovered this morning
stretched taut enough to ache
my hand will span the globe
from here
to
there
from me
to you
decided this afternoon
five fingers straining
on a dusty cardboard sphere
to bridge the gap
love
can't be held hostage to the puny scale
of months
or maps
declaring now
when flesh fails to meet the need
for tender comfort
and relief
i am with you still
in all
that matters most
--Caitlin James
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