orbital intimacy

long dwelt I, forlorn, in

the desert places, these

cruel desolation lands.

/

I blamed the cacti, the

sand-swept boneyards, in which

I made my shifting home.

/

far from the rock I was-

(there is a saying on

fools and sand); all the while,

/

a pale blue resentment

I purposely forgot-

I was the architect.

/

I manufactured the

desert, created the

emptiness, then blamed the

/

sky-enthroned One. Then, just

when the granules stuck in

my teeth, littered my hair,

/

abrasive confetti,

my eyes saw the tiny

giant truth; “alone” was

/

a lie. like a blood cell,

I move through my life, a

heartbeat of belonging,

/

almost-touching circles;

I the only constant-

but not the only spheres.

/

concentricity map;

love in Venn diagrams-

I learned love is lovely.

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