I travel lines
drawn in sand
painted on concrete
worn into the forest.
Lines lead us from
where we were
to where we want to be,
Open our minds but
spread our souls
Lines connect us.

More a squiggle than
a hard ruler- edged cut
slowly my line is wasting away
as a half life human.
I step from one to the next.

My old line led me down
a series of nothingness.
This new line raises me
elevates me to treetops
and leads me to
you
and your solstice skin
faded up to your eclipse eyes
which are tied to mine
with a line