I wrote this for my friends at Callahan's, and it seems important that I share it with you. Peace to you all!

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In Solitary

By day we stay in separate worlds,
Held hostage by geography
At gun point.

Whose prisoners, reality's
Possessive, grasping hand is curled
To keep us.

Such captives, will and circumstance
Could liberate; instead they daily
Disappoint.

We decorate the cells that jail
Our souls--wait for night's second chance
To meet us.

But we're united--not in dreams,
Which authorize the tangible
To seep in.

Communion becomes possible
Because imagination beams
As moonlight

Across a silken spider's net.
Thus tentatively joined, we are
Soon deep in

A friendship built on avatars.
Released by modern magic--yet
Confined tight.

-- Elizabeth Kate - 04/12/99