What connects us

is invisible A natural gas pipeline Cables above the eyeline carried from pylon to pylon past the horizon Is our love the horizon A line where the sky appears to meet the earth s surface which means if you are the earth then I am the sky which means if you are this house then I am the house behind this house which if we bought I d cut a gate into the back fence to slip through string a long-distance tin can phone between our bedrooms We could whisper in the dark though you d say nothing I d pretend you re on the moon I d still choose to make us dinner every night Green smoothies that you tolerate Pasta with peas Fried rice We re far from the night we kissed atop a Ferris wheel suspended above a skyline which beat to the blink of my pulse but our backyards could touch So I d pour a glass of wine meet you outside where the clouds look like ocean waves at twilight and my pool is a warm sky into which we could fly Somehow the horizon is reversing while you re busy grilling beneath the globe lights which we ve stretched across our trees like Morse code Later I d kiss you goodnight leave you on your porch resting in the glow of your phone because I want you to go home play piano late at night don t worry about the dishes Editor s Note Poems are selected by Poetry Editor Lupe Mendez the Texas poet laureate and author of Why I Am Like Tequila To submit a poem please send an email with the poem attached to poetry texasobserver org We re looking for previously unpublished works of no more than lines by Texas poets who have not been published by the Observer in the last two years Pay is on publication The post What connects us appeared first on The Texas Observer