circle talk

I like to invite her over
and know that she's
lying in bed
a room away
while I sit at my wooden table
on my plastic computer
searching for
immortality
on the internet
or in the blackness of space
as God cradled in the womb
of an African Queen
spinning around you
concentric circles
from universe
to galaxy
to earth
to moon
at speeds
like bullets
moving through heaven
the journey from heart
to spirit
reaches as far
as the farthest star
as we coexist
at once
and yet removed
from time and space
my mother, my child
at once
being everything
and nothing
being apart
and at once
the same
being