March 24, 2016There, in Folded Space, We Must Have Met

Things are always a question of after
or which life is after another.
Our world is a geometric construction
of lines and interactions.
We are shapes dwelling in space;
we are intercepts found in planes.
The order of things has taught us
how to count squares and circles,
Angles and rectangles that form
the unity of two worlds.
Counting is not so different from
charting possibilities
Or engendering the very possibility
that the world we inhabit
May really be flat. In the beginning,
it was folded into half to mirror
Spaces, beings, and times, so we may learn
not of existence, but co-existence.
We must have met there. There, in folded
space. Because we are made
To walk in search of. We are made
to linger for presence. We are made
To stand and witness. We are made
to stretch our fingers up the sky
To trade silence with salvation.
Just like the travelers, or passengers,
Or statues, or trees. We ask “what will I
become after this life?”
We live in half and have lived in another
half. Like shadows betraying bodies,
Our curse lies in not knowing our close
approximations. Travelers are
Travelers, passengers are passengers,
statues are statues, trees are
Trees in this life and after. There, in folded
space, we must have met.
from Ekphrastic Challenge