Sitting suspended
Rather
Hanging out
Grieving the actual distance between us
A faceless clock devoid of numbers
Doesn’t bother with the time
We weren’t supposed to cross paths
In parallel for eternity beyond the horizon
Some rift left open in a new-age farmhouse
Headless horses screech past open doors
Faded checkered cloth centered & draped
Spreading blank pieces around
Trying to reconnect the world
To form a new image
