there are threads
        blue-green whispers
            invisible to the eye
    invisible to the mind

                that weave my hand to your knee
through the tangles in her hair, through the blades of grass
    to a teakettle, to a moonbeam

            he hurt me just
        as I hurt another
in this way redemption feels warm

        they are wrong just
as I am wrong
    in this way truth lies between the vapors

        I bleed your blood, and you
            mine
        as sap runs from the maple
            the rainspout drains
and somewhere a child cries, a champagne flute breaks

strangers make love, love makes strangers
        cities rise and
            cities crumble
        and mere words are sprinkled cross the page

    you cannot see or know the gauze that binds us
        but every once in a while you
    can feel it

        we stand, breathe
    and the wind blows soft.