What Lovers Know Poem by Daniel Brick

Distance is not a reality to those
who love. It is so easy for them
to conquer space: they merely
occupy it, look around and measure
the steps to reach the next place,
a place to rest or a place to launch
into space. This is how all humans
move from place to place, but lovers
can leap over the fabric of reality,
and land in some pleasant private place:
an island in a rushing stream, a peninsula
connecting a green island to the dusty
mainland, a nest made of promises and praise.
There's no need to race: The love is always present.