Doors shuttered. Connections frayed--
we were downed power lines, sparks in wind.
The only way, together,
we built fires in the dark.
Or, we were sailors on a current
flowing to the world's end.
What monsters swam the deep
where our bow would tip and plummet?
Then, news came. New life.
Our hopes and fears commingled.
We turned our gaze within and
the unmapped world persisted.
We'd built the circle of the globe,
our bodies bridges, now to then.
Our endings were new worlds to know.