Crosshatched

In the tangle of life, Semantic lines Kiss and caress Into a knot Of relationality. In this place of time And moment of space, We are crosshatched, Signshaped into existence. Lines and dots Form the skeleton Of our build, The pores and wrinkles Of our body, But also the flows And waves Of water and air, Of sap, blood, Skin and bark, Of paths and trails. In the mesh of life, Lines of meaning Brush. They speak The mind of place With the voice of time. We, my OtherSame, We but dance To its rhythms Throughout the days And nights Of these Our lives.