What do we trade to travel along skirts that stitch shores together?
Is it an abbreviated breach in the mask of modesty through which winds blow?
Or about face signals the pigeons recall
Until desperation overcomes reticence
The direction of the dust relocates our difference
Its residue solidifies imagined footprints
Belonging to rocks skipping eternal life
All sails farther from a heedless hand
Where the aperture shuttles more than light
Defenseless is a posture we abhor
Broken cords wave from early lampposts
The distance between joists too far to hold
Composure. Isolation intermittently strikes
We can join them, but we cannot make them touch