“Write poem,” I tell myself.
“Be profound. Offer insight.”
“Reveal something new
about the universe. The
human condition.”

So…I think. “Uhmmm.
Well. I could–
nnnn…
how about?…”

Nothing. Big ‘ole
nothingburger.

I “found” nothing, 
much less something
pro-found.

Then, I see you.
And you see me.
And you smile.

Suddenly, it’s
all there.

Poetic.
Human.
Real.

We move toward one another–
gravity heavy, as at the event horizon–
words no longer needed
for that which follows.