What is it that holds the world together?


What are the invisible sticky forces?


Human realm of thought and feeling.

Material realm of spaces and substance that reaches

too far and yet is close as touch.


Mother and child.


Eyes across a room holding fast.


Stars in grand arrangements.


What binds and repels in this mystery

of coming together?



Energy at the core of all things

singing loudly.


Belonging beyond connection.


The distance of loss as far

as the farthest star.


The world in consciousness.

Consciousness in the world.

Aligned and crooked.

Never straight.


Inward vastness and the reaches

of the universe.


This the human privilege of thinking about

all that binds, and twists and sticks fast

and bleeds love in the quest

to contain it all.