Almost: Loss of potential to be a mother

How is it that I know you?

Did the cosmic algorithm crunching 0s and 1s, managing contingencies, predictions and prayers

have a brief malfunction

That allowed our gaze to meet?

And that now leaves me hollowed out, suspended like a bubble in the space between have and have not

The gradient between steps and missteps that is infinitesimally small

And simultaneously large enough to hold the universe

Untitled/Undefined

The boundary of space-time feels layered like an otherworldly accordion

Pulsing, whirring in lock step with my heart,

Oscillating between tension and resolution

Expanding and contracting between desire and acceptance

The weight of what this life can’t hold casting shadows obscuring whether this is real or a dream

Whether your eyes were a figment or a moment when the air became selectively permeable and I could somehow reach you through dimensions