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.