There once was a hug so powerful
at the very moment the hug
was sealed, it became the strongest
centrifugal force in the Universe.
The things that were falling apart,
fell back together. Buildings that had
crumbled, rose from rubble. Loose
leaves returned to their trees, the
once scattering wind yielded and still,
holding the face of the Earth in its
cool bare hands.
All that was dust
formed flesh. The connective
tissue of every snapped ligament,
every torn tendon, every broken heart,
grew back unto itself, circulating
the blood and binding the knees
of the disenfranchised souls
who bent to kneel under the sky
where the planets that had fallen
out of orbit re-aligned, blinking
like bright red stars.
Like a large magnet, the force
of the hug pulled lost children
from their graves, up from icy
river beds and through the
metal doors of abandoned cars,
out of the iron bodies of the adults
they had become, from the schools
and the churches where they went
to die, back to the gardens where
they could grow again.
At that instant, no high-fives
were missed. No wink or "hello"
went unnoticed. What was unrequited,
did. Every phone call received, every
line drawn to its end, to the ear
that was waiting to hear,
"I didn't forget about you..."
Each stray shoe found its pair.
The world completed its rotation.
And all the jars were full.
And it was maybe then that I
thought I should tell you that
I love you. I thought something
big must be said. But no words
could match the power of being
there, at the threshold of the door
to the wide open World, at the
edge of this constant cliff where
we let things break, drop and drift -
bound by the sweet simple scent
of your shoulder.