if i could build the bridge

(from here to there)

i’d use the arc and fabric of a jet trail
tracing the earth’s curvature like
a sleeping lover’s shoulder blade

wander the vast lobby of clouds
below the dark blanket of the troposphere

and i would come back down, for you
whole freeways crossed like sidewalk cracks

to find you there, bathed in the pale glow
of a monitor screen, looking for me
where i never truly am, say
turn around-