2 Souls Poem by Joseph Camphouse

Our souls passed.
A brief moment.
A glance.
The space between Michelangelo’s God and Adam.
Eternally in limbo.
Our creation.
A lesson.
A world in-between.
Never to waiver.
Not built that way.
So much to loose.
Is it worth chance?
Do you think so?
Is happiness in borrowed moments.
I wonder in the night.
What would have happened.
If we met years ago.
One of the big ten.
What would Jesus say.
He sits silently.
Look the other way.

(1.21.06)