I am remembering yesterday:
how you threw me right off balance
I stuttered and felt uncomfortable:
a fish out of water.
but I am also remembering how you sewed distant things together:
one time and a place to another time and a place
(for there can be no time without place,)
a living tapestry of old and new.

just as I cannot be without a time and a place
(however uncomfortable that may be)
you cannot be within a time and a place.
and yet we meet!

do we meet, then, in a no-man's land?
no, not a no-man's land:
more a yes-man's land