Too Close but Light Years Apart
After all the stars and champagne bubbles have burst,
the drunk sky spins, the trees wobble beneath,
the moon balloons in and out, and the mountaintops
move in large waves as if coming ashore.
On wobbly sea legs, we stand at our separate bows,
smash the last bottlenecks against them, feel
their final cuts and the wind gaining
strength in our sails, ready to embark
and widen the space between us.
Such is our surreal end time,
both a funeral and a celebration of leaving.