Y2K

distal shivers, a euphoric heart

is portal to immortal feeling or 

that one original, only pulse 

or seeing dust caught on fire

in that one ray of light 

breaking in through my blinds: 

I remember with fondness

my 9-year old self who 

found a trance cd and when

no one was home played 

it on the family entertainment center. 

I found my fingers then. 

I found them burning embers 

catching the morning drift upwelling

pulled into the ebb and flow of dawn, 

back into the gravitational pull of bodies

too far away, too far away, too far away 

to be within my grasp. 

My fingers found a draw and hid the cd

and I cried knowing what I'd found 

but didn't yet understand.