small space

Here is a poem.

I wrote it in Fibonacci form, and I write most of my poems in the structure of the Fibonacci sequence.

I love the shape of the graphed numbers of the Fibonacci sequence (1,1,2,3,5,8,13,21...), a swirl you can find in a conch shell by the sea, a pine cone in the woods, a sunflower in a field, a Thelonius Monk song on a vinyl record, and many other places in nature and art.

I hope we can find and nurture the small spaces between us.

Small Space

We

stand

closely,

side by side.

She reaches for me

and takes my hand inside of hers.

Our fingers intertwine and our palms make a small space.

This space is warm in the midst of the deep snow that covers the frozen ground of Point Hope,

is warm against the icy wind that blows off the rocking waters of the Chukchi Sea.

“Life is in these small spaces between us,” she whispers.

We stand quietly, hand in hand

with the small space, and

then we kiss

holding

small

space.