"Us"

Today I bought a styrofoam globe

and painted it blue with brown and green continents.

I bought pushpins and placed one where I am and one where you are.

I cut a bit of string to tie to the pushpins and pulled it taut between "you" and "me".

The rain falls like confetti from a pinata

and my fan spins in earnest circles because I do not know how to turn it off.

My indefatigable fan and the confetti are the only things in motion

when I am not writing.

Perhaps if I open the window,

I will find a wire stretching from my room into the distance

and I will tightrope across my city and my land and my continent

and our ocean

and over to your continent and your land and your village

and rap the knuckles of my right hand

on the panels of your wooden shutters,

asking to be let in.