Not My Hand

One drop two drop three drop

—Four
How many drips till we settle the

—Score
You could make your home with

Me

Just as the heavens cohabitate
With the clouds
Just as clouds coexist with the stars
Just as stars commingle
With the moon
Just as one bed is
Big enough for two
I am with you
But also
You don’t have to

Independently we can share
These things
Visit upon them
Occasionally
There is no command
To therefore be
The authority on co-anything

Even if it’s not my hand
You’re holding

© GÄ

Your Hand

In this distance where you stand
I can barely see your hand
Yet somehow strangely close to you
Somehow scarcely knowing you
Somehow I attempt to understand

Inspired by the swan
Graceful as her silhouette
Becomes the dawn
As the wind caresses
All that he demands
I reach beyond the distance
For your hand

© GÄ