Hour Six

I see myself simultaneously leaning over the edge on the other side.

We/I wave to myself/us/each other and in unison we say “So this is it huh? Should have known. we knew, wasn’t willing to admit it though.”

Then we both let go, float together to opposite sides and start all over again in the cosmos. As we brush against each other in passing we note the wide, vast, deepest navy/black canvass, the twinkling of messaging in Navaho code so glad to reembrace us again in this playground. DMW