The gravity of our bond keeps us
But we move no closer.
Our space cold, familiar.
Path-worn answers to ancient questions.
The pressure flattens words to dark silence.
Light from only one direction.
Note: I submitted this “short poem” (less than 40 words) for a contest run by Fathom Magazine for their latest issue. My poem wasn’t selected, but I had so much fun writing it that I thought I’d publish it here anyway.