You think this happened only once and long ago?
Think of a summer night and someone
talking across the water.
Maybe someone you loved in a boat, rowing.
And you could hear the oars dripping
in the water from half a lake away
and they were far and close at once.
You didn't need to touch them or call to them
or talk about it later.
The sky, it was what you breathed.
The lake sky that fell as rain.
I have been like you, filled with worry, worry, then relief.
You know, the wind, it's sky moving.
It happens all the time.