No Time, No Distance

There used to be a theory

that when we look at something

our thinking projects something

to whatever we study,


then we become what we see

as our projected something

shapes itself to the something

that’s under our scrutiny.



There is no time, no distance,

limiting this projection.

We become birds. Or clouds. Stars.


I’d catch my love with a glance,

we’d smile, turn our inspection

upward, both become the stars . . .