recharge

i've got a wistful memory of your fingers
across the strings, the way your eyes
ask what your lips can't form the way your lips
touch my hair meet mine across your brow.
sure, we only get an hour or two or at time
but some don't even get that. still, they love.
constant in a variable world. indeterminate
is the flux we live in, but we can make
a small nest from capacity and potential
and travel thru it, if we want to.