Into the Waiting

Blue, red, and green
lights flash behind
a translucent airport wall. I won’t touch

but will imagine
how it might feel
to be so powerful—creating waves

and particles
in all shapes
and sizes. I can almost see through

this flat space. Almost
hear your safe voice again.

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