How intimate the lesser bodies of the universe
Our thoughts lie close
well-nigh a billion miles away.
United only by the dim reflections presented
Friends by telescope.
Knowing only, as we do, the simple names of elements
How is it
we know more than this?
I, voyeur, window-peek by microscope
measuring memories in angstroms
trying to place affection on a grid
A quantitative affair.
Plucking compassion from a shelf of chemicals
Apply it with sterility
Earthen values shant sully
To you, those million light years away
How can I convey this:
I want nothing but your kind approval.