Claire

sometimes
when i think of you
all i see are a stream of stars
pooling
around the corner
near the Milky Way.

sometimes
i worship your genius
am so jealous
of your inventiveness
i stand amazed
how do you do
what you do?

sometimes
i wish to see what you see
clairvoyant that you are
"can you see the future
and spell it out in all its complexity?"

sometimes
i revere you
like a Goddess, someone unapproachable
deserving of distant
worship.

othertimes
i wonder if you are real
how driven and motivated you are
by a complex web of interconnections
you are beyond the ken
of my vision.

you strike me hard
with wishes whispering lullabies
lush landscapes of your soul to thunder
sometimes
i just wish to see you.