The Two Lost in Cygnus
My arms out to the empty distance
I didn’t know my back was turned to you.
All this time we circled unaware
reaching for the other, but turned
the wrong way we mourned–a hundred
thousand years of dizziness without
direction. One hope–to find warmth,
in the other’s light all the while
shining on each other’s back. Peripheral
vision failing to reveal anything
over the shoulder but self-recognition.
Until that moment, that blink in a second
of turning, finding, spinning on face-
to-face our light spilled in every direction.