It was the early afternoon of Infinity when we met. I had called into being the forever of time to anticipate your arrival in finite rhythms— Knowing they must be the whitest of lies.
The preparation, the perception, the recognition, the intertwining and engagement of spaces, their separations—all in the span of hello and the impossibility of absolute goodbye.
.. Not all poems survive. I've lost a few and let others go. My current collection of poems is available on Kindle. It is called "3201 e's" (that is approximately how many e's are in the manuscript which is a very unpoetic title but a reflection on the creation of poetry from common things.)