Lovingsong

I fell in love with you

in the middle of nowhere

A day's paddle at most from

the outskirts of everywhere

Which is well within

the borders of anywhere

As long as there is a somewhere,

there is a whenever

And all the means of measuring the passage of time

are only hapless little habits we harken back to

Pressing thumbtacks into bulletin boards

as we hope and fail to triangulate

the epicenter of this new forever

we found in each other