through mist
I walk across a bridge
to a place
neither here
nor there —
somewhere
in between
from out the fog
a woman’s hand
takes mine
and guides me
to someplace
where yesterday
and tomorrow
are dressed the same
I go from where I am
to where you are
never leaving home
where what is
and what is not
are together —
wearing
the same name
…
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