Coriolis Effect

It seems that we

can never move

straight or true.

The distance

between

you and me

destined

always

to be

travelled

concentrically.

It appears that

I digress

moving

at 90 degrees

from my

heart’s desire

and your

fragility.

If light

must snake

and oscillate

in its eternal

trajectory,

then why should we

expect to travel

differently?

You and I are writ

in letters

GATC

They survive

by twinning,

traversing

fecund spaces

pregnant

with

possibility.

Our lives together

are writ the same.

The direct path

always and ever

curved.

And that last

departure?

Was just me

returning

back to you,

straight and true

the only

way I knew.