We live in the middle distance
we experience the immediate past,
our now has already happened.
When I begin to smile
you have already laughed.
When I dream, you are only
playing with the neurons in my brain
the ten to the power of fourteen
connections which tell me this is good.
And you hold me, hold me close
as hard as I hold you
and our immediate futures
are scattered like raindrops
across the taut skin of universal skies.