Net Work

It is still light where I sit reading the lines you are touch- typing in the dark.

The planet’s curves are always coming between us her ceaseless spinning her magnetic field her core of molten rock.

But it’s the state that says stop behind arbitrary lines the border force that says stand still for security screening and if you’re poor, stay out.

The earth is always knitting us together. Her forces are centripetal and convergent. Even now she works to mend each fraying thread.