We Can Meet Poem by Michelle Claus

We Can Meet



where air is thin
and virgin snow sounds crispy beneath boots
we can meet

perhaps a kiss
perhaps we will see one another’s face

this is the place where yearning is ending

this ancient Earth reaching beyond the seafloor,
beyond the planetary core
this cold cloud-poetry sprinkling
shimmering sound
twinkling darkness

boundaries evanesce
and you and I, we have always been on this magic carpet

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Tuesday, May 13, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: creativity
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