you always hated gaps in information -
the “intangible,” you muttered;
huddled there, numbers and figures cascading into
dances you could touch, could wrap your little
head around and breathe

but what if i showed you some things -
and you liked them?
what if i told you
the best air resides in lakeside 6 am
not in the cramped quarters of living rooms

that ecstasy isn’t only grade As and strained smiles
it spreads among brisk walks and hot meals on cold days
and crying and catching your breath on a street corner
by that shop you used to frequent

and that the moon looks so much more lovely
rising over sleepy towns than it looks on your astronomy report