Simon P Walker

Elsewhere you are asleep, now your mind

Explores labyrinthine passages, closed to me

I have no connection with your journey,

Unlike mine, it has not moved you one inch.

Silently and alone, you battle demons

Scale chimaeric peaks, across the globe

I am as close to you, as I would be

If my mouth brushed your hair, while you turned

To rearrange your pillows, at right angles

Beside my face.

Why is it then, that when I am there

I do not feel alone, or shut out?

We do not speak, do not share,

(In fact have not the language to embody

the inarticulate, preconscious forms, beyond cognition).

Yet we know, and it is not presumption.

This is the taproot of our life

That invisible link that bends space and time,

Another kind of relativity whereby

Everything exists only through the other

And makes our fractured selves whole.

Simon Walker
March 2005