hands curl so tightly,
I can see the strain in your back as you pull yourself up
to the next hold.

silence falls across the hollow space
as we watch you in awe.
your hands rain white dust on our faces.

you turn sideways, press against the wall, dyno up and across,
and then you reach the top.

the snow is a siphon

are you pulling me in
or am I pulling you toward me?

are you pushing me out
or am I pushing you away?

it blows into the windshield so we pull to this side,
let the transport pass us by,
hazards flashing in the dark.

silence hangs between us like the edge,
so feebly teetering between tears and peace
I want to spill my guts out to you,
but I am worried it will distance us.

my dear.

Nothing speaks to my soul
more
than  the words
you never say.

I heard you in the shallow waves
whispering to me.

I do not speak the language
of the ever changing sea.

I wade into the waters,
now they sift so steadily

looking for the anchor or
the other half of me.

Annihilation Invited.

what is existence?
the mountain's life in mine is so very slow,
but even it sees the same, unending horizon as I do.