The Space Between

The Space Between

An impossible distance lies here
Enclosed by the atoms that partake
of our existance through short blinks of being.

Who was it that said we can never
catch the tortoise?
Who the liar who said he had caught?

Atoms touch atoms in explosions daily
seen by any waking eye.  But I talk
of things too material.

You wrote for me to write to you.
Very well, I give you my words, the only
thing that seems to transmit


across any distance.


They are weak things, but if they can
bridge the impassable,
If they can catch an ounce of you

Then they do more than anything my
hand could otherwise do.
Very well, pen do write, continue.

I am lost in philosophy, and must return
again to material things.

Our electric minds complete images, blur
together the pieces of our puzzle-box world.
Or else I misunderstand that there is space

between pro and electron, that these trons
have smaller spaces inside their
own divisions.

And so I ask, are we also the regions
that hold nothing between the bits
of me and me and me and you?

I think I learn, and so I think I see
ever more questions from each answer.
But to that...if we are also emptiness

Then how can we be whole?

Or are we whole because we also hold room
for more than just physical presence.
for more than pure fact.

The answer may be found some day,
and then someway for us to do more
than merely believe we touch each other

But now, for now
The nothing in me
holds so much room for you.

My pen will stop shortly, but before it
does, I finish
with a few more words.

Is there room for me, in the
void named you?