By extension of you, I am here
An extension of me, you are there
We share a kindred heart, a kindred spirit
And any other sort of kindred we wish to name
We exist in extension
We commune long distance
We do not put this into words
But then sometimes we do
Sometimes we need to hold in our hands
Something that is ethereal
And to squeeze it and see it in the light
Where it can be more real than real.
But mostly... mostly we exist in concert
I'm back and I'm committed! See what others view by extension at Madeleine Bea's Sunday Creative.