Cracked black velvet backs rise
From glistening gold indigo shores.
Piercing the veil, bright blinking pinheads
Cast anti shadows into the depth.
Downy white across the deep V
Hides the light then gone, bright.
Serpents, slight, barely visible,
Zig then zag, high then low.
Glowing mites move back and forth
Then give in to the yielding edge.
The distance far and inky, but palpable,
A heavy, warm, breathable soft.
I was prepared to feel alone, expected the government-mandated 2-metre gap to yawn between us, cold and hostile. I expected these new spaces to be