This the space where we live,
our life moving through it
as a fish in the ocean,
unaware of the weight –
the feather-light pressure of Love
that leads you to learn of it
through other bodies
passing through, as you do.
Passing, meeting, coming, going.
So you pack your bag,
put your life in the hold
traverse the passage of stars
he took months ago.
You’ll step through the sliding doors
with nothing to declare but your love.
And you will love.