Pull Of The Tides Poem by Kumar Sen

We didn't meet in a traditional way;
we didn't meet in a typical setting.
Instead, we met where the planet completely loses itself;
we met within the curves of vast oceans
and the quakes and rumblings of roots below ground,
where gravity allowed us to be unencumbered and floating.

I followed your voice as it rode along the ride of a comet,
you followed my shadow on the surface of a star.
We communicated without words,
as if the universe had condensed together
just to show us what two restless hearts
could carve out from the shadows.

Love was not in illuminated candlelit rooms
or the gentle patter of rain on window panes;
it was found everywhere on the earth—
in the way electricity touched our hands,
the bowing of the Earth to winds from the sea,
and how the universe learned of our existence
through the shape of our bodies.

Even though we may never see each other again,
the sea continues to call your name in its waves,
while the winds carry your exhalations
into that which I thought to be mine alone.

We continue to pull at each other;
we continue to follow the invisible lines
that have connected us through all of time;
we continue to use these connections
to learn the language that only stars, hurricanes,
and silence ever truly know.