You know who you are.

Where are you?
Not here; out in the world
with your hat on.
your fingers are not on me,
nor your words in my ear, nor your eyes, asking questions.

My voice silent, dialogue continues,
subliminal, subterranean..
ongoing, perennial.
Somewhere a web has woven us,
swinging free and wide,
connected like birds to unseen airways..

This particular wire threading
time to hold us taut,
looped, temporary, grounded,
full of each other like air.
A glance focused, knowing;
Your presence- light as feathers-
always becoming;
ever gone.