Meditations

I wrap my arms around
Just a palm short of infinity, wound
There it is anyway
In the air between them

Behind closed eyes and a
Breath held as if to memorize
Every groove, every moment, every move
With infinities of their own

So light, it bounces
Off the ridges of my ears, unannounced
Almost too shy for a tickle
And too heavy, for a silence so fickle

To whoever said life was unfair
Did you calculate the length
Of your own inhale and exhale?