(published 19th February 2018)
We share this space, this
same space, occupied by you
and I. The same time,
identical air, the very light.
Only a shift in thought
separates us, keeps us
ignorant of each other’s
orbit. A simple veil
made up of cosmic dross
between your reality
and all of ours.
But if I believe, can
allow myself to see
your skin through my
gravity’s wave, then
I can simply reach out
and transpose my intent
to grasp yours.
Our realities now
conjoined, a portal
born to bend both
our phenomena, the door
surely out of place.
After, we can enjoy the
different points in dimension,
count the numbers between
alternate and real,
when your reality
becomes my deja vu.
Charlotte Ozment lives on several acres in Texas. She finds words hidden in the world around her and can sometimes put them to paper before they fade. Her work has appeared in many unique publications found throughout the world.