What’s Possible Between Us

by Andy Jackson

Andy Jackson

As another Spring begins, the bird’s
brain cells bloom. New songs.

Fingerprints return after the hand is burnt.
Who knows what we’re capable of?

I part the vertical ocean of clothes
and find you there. Spider,

it is almost terrifying to me – suspended
only by the work of your own body.

Too often, I surface with handfuls of air,
thinking the connecting threads were within.

Last updated September 21, 2022