Day eighty-seven

Found

Your hands fit perfectly in mine, our fingers

fit between each other like the corners of

a log cabin. We say nothing to each other

as we contemplate the meanings of life.

Here, under the bright florescent lights

of the steak n shake we laugh and smile

and create a bubble of privacy in the public

eye. Beyond our table nothing exists. Zoom

out above the street, above the state

the country, the earth, and the galaxy

we are mere specs of specs of specs

across the universe. But, here alone

together we create warm meaning in

a seemingly meaningless world. And like

the birth of a star, we burst with silent joy.

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