Galatea: Collected Poems

Polite Distance

We keep the polite distance
Between our words
A cool breeze of the casual
Nothing to see here
Nothing to hear
Except the bend and sway of cords
Unseen and unsure
The known shielded by unknown
A winter mist of what might have been
If time and circumstance had been our friend
But they never were
And we never were
So we keep our distance