Poem: Comfortable

We kicked our feet on swings
That protested more than we did
As they kept the motion perpetually
While we were running out of energy
An almost imperceptible drifting
Out of synch and in different directions

Poem: The Minor Distance Between Stars is Great

Out in the Midwest at night
Looking heavenward you can see
Nearly every observable star
Stretching an out spread hand
To the sky my fingers can bridge
Galaxies that are unfathomable

Poem: Drifting

Like so many strangers
We pass by unrecognized
Forgetting the other
Who shares our bed
Laying silently sleeping
With no more dreams
Just the passing of time