Some Comfort

There is some comfort to be found In the myriad small rituals The day clothes itself with Those moments spent together Follow their natural course- Me tinkering with minutiae; You getting lost in books: And the apparent forgetfulness With which we treat each other Is the galactic glue Anchoring us in space together Tethering us to the low gravity Of inconsequential distraction There is none other Can be so artfully neglected, Camouflaged among the days loose ends Even as, following along each others wake We're holding to the years as tightly as we can.