Immensity

by Myronn Hardy

In the dream    there
were cherry blossoms.
We were naked.

The sun was scenic.
You described its beams as
transparent silos of pure

compassion    if not love    never
humanly realized    understood.
We stood.

I took your
palm.    Walked.    Asked
if we could enter    if we

had might enough to
feel? To become
what has never

become    never
here    never there?
This is a question of might.