never
a bridge whose reach spanned so much nor as unfathomably deep and illimitably far as
touch
not the shushing of an old man's pencil
whispering quietly for infinite unknown ears
words still lingering from the pages
though gone a thousand years
not the subtlest smell of pine needles
from a summer camp cabin floor
still wafting sweetly on the air
a young boy breathed in freely
distant lives before
not the final morning primal taste of the timeless sea
nor the concentrated stinging salt in savored drips
not the returning waves of an old woman's tears
still crying for her lover's lips
not a midnight vision of two most distant stars
immeasurable light years between the pair
yet further than a young girl's wishes
even faster than awareness
from this now to there
not even in our memories
not even in our dreams
not even passed all imagined
nor all points in between
never a bridge reaching
even further than side to side
connecting the sense of all as much
within our touch resides
touching now the moment
touching holds every swirling still
touching lightly with a fingertip
the essence of our will
touch is fully present
beyond any past or future tense
as beyond ascension or descent
time makes no further sense
touch reaches all the way
from now and there and back to here
where (as what is wrapped in velvet)
we hold our universe together
in ways both firm and dear
still
touching
the edge of ecstasy
as the last dewdrop
on a leaf quivering before it falls
to join the river underneath
now in every kiss to bring
how exquisite unto heaven
how electric our bodies sing
turned up to eleven
now beside ourselves
nestling inside each other
as we lay down for this night
embracing our true lover
now for each other reaching
mind and heart forever blown
reaching as petals in the wind
trembling to be known
now together in this our merged and surging of
no more span of time and space between us
nothing separate below us nor above
touching
touching
touching
touching only now
touching only
love
~ San Francisco, 8.22.18
~ never a bridge
8.22.2018
San Francisco, California, USA
Poem & Photo © Michael Highstead