There are lines that run across my heart
And lead to those removed from me
By distance, sadness, strife, or time.
Each line is glazed in memory.
I wish to pull them all together,
But that would only pull apart
This web in which our lives are strung
Before new harmonies could start.
With every hour’s steady chime
I touch the warmth in every tether,
The bonds to which my heart has clung
While shivering in stormy weather.
Do you, so far removed from me,
Detect, within the melody
I strum, your string sublime?
This poem is about the connections between us and the impacts we have on one another, including among those we may not have seen or talked with for a long time. This is certainly something I think about from time to time, being in a different part of the world from many people who I know have impacted (and continue to impact) me.
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