Detachment

when yr detached or estranged,

I can know nothing about you.

I can listen as a stranger would,

with no real ties into yr world.

I can solve yr cloudiness.

I can bring you back to clarity,

remind you how to smell rain,

stone and clay.

I cannot prove it, but

you can trust my word.

I am a no placebo.

I am the master and

I can clean up yr hurt.

I can take you to an anechoic room,

help you hear how yr beautiful heart

pushes blood into yr beautiful lungs.

I have separated skies like water.

I am breaking the fourth wall now

as you read, and

using my energy to

help two moose untangle antlers

in some lonesome, coved inlet so

they do not expend their energy

and freeze

beneath the water.

I am real

as yr pain, as arbitrary as my

examples, as hard to stay with

as sunlight refracting

through clouds, air and glass,

and into your eyes.

This is yr distraction.

With no real ties to your world,

I can listen as a stranger would.

I can know nothing about you

when yr detached or estranged.

because I live so you,

yr love.