We could stare out the window all day
Cradled into the socket of the mountain range
Shaped into a waiting line that never moves
We could tie strings to each other
(Cheat just a little) and
Fly stratosphere kites; watch an astronaut
Follow his own alien discovery to Asia
Could write letters
And the pens would still be chock-full
When finished
And one day we thought we could do it together
Seconds slanted sideways, an eleven begins to look like
The edge of the world
so Cross the universe with one breath
then Feed me an idea from the corners of your mouth
Then I can know it for sure.