Life, it started
Not in a burst
But in a gentle
Tumble of pins
A click, not a
Crack.
It was as
you straightened
My collar
The feeling
Of light rippling
On the spine.
As you stood
Close to me
Behind.
Life, of it,
Less is known
If seen close in
Place and time.
Looking for
Meaning,
The meaning is
Clear of your wave
Despite any dust
In the way
As the
Observation car
Disappears from
Sight.