Collision. Divergence. Possibility and probability.
Space folds in ways we can describe, but not comprehend.
Something pulls you, and you look across,
In a direction to which you cannot point.
Take just one step;
Into a place of silvered skies that never darken,
Nor grow lighter,
Where you can count the feeble stars
And wait at the edge of a quiet, still pool
She appears silently, standing next to you,
Gazing contentedly with you across the waters.
Neither of you
June 12, 2011, Los Angeles