A point 
          is where we are and when we are. Our past
     joins our future
          in our present. Two cones meet,
     apex to apex; 
          beyond their bounds are stars
     we cannot see,
          horizons we will never cross,
     time’s regions 
          that are always out of reach. Our hands
    clasp, then let go.
          What need is there to touch? 

‘Lightcone’ first appeared in Allegro Poetry Issue 19 in December 2018.