Dichotomies …

The lines of life run in parallel

casting shadows upon the cold.

Hands reach out touching at space,

one comes to know another.

Smiles and laughter

play music upon the faces of the participants.

Days move along towards summer warmth

while fun spills into being.

Human touch binds together lives in parallel.

Marching in step, into warm winds,

love comes to the lucky.

Now at ease, parallels intersect,

forming patterns of definition.

Standing, holding hands

love grows at cross-points.

Then confusion, for points

are temporarily intersected lives.

Cast into space, hands clutching

for cold draws from warm.

Sensing distance, struggling to survive,

winds of summer cast fall cold.

Anger and tears replace points,

lines move away from center.

Love comes to go, and survivors go to love.

Empty spaces fill again, life moves to points.

Old lovers smile, knowing warmth,

their differences defined direction.

Dichotomies take points away,

but life, is an accumulation.