What’s Possible Between Us

As another Spring begins, the bird’s
brain cells bloom. New songs.

Fingerprints return after the hand is burnt.
Who knows what we’re capable of?

I part the vertical ocean of clothes
and find you there. Spider,

it is almost terrifying to me – suspended
only by the work of your own body.

Too often, I surface with handfuls of air,
thinking the connecting threads were within.