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.

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