What Holds Us Together
At four she was still new enough
to see it shimmering silver
in the air between us,
that thin cord that connects us all,
its links forged in time and space
When I looked into her eyes
I could see it too, just off there where
the corners of the universes collide.
You can’t look full on once you’re grown;
the light, along with your beliefs, will blind you.
The twin ties of love and blood do not die
with us; love is remembered, blood
carries on. No matter my age, or hers—
the cord will stretch from here to