We nap, cool and dark.
Halcyon summer bursts through
sky and sidewalk, embraced.
Thin window slats diffract
worldlines like fuzzy light.

Dreams wait within
the distribution of paths
between matter and yearning, between
first sight and unbound lives,
apertures and possible light.

We awaken
to certain unlikelihood—
the sun entangles us
to your hand warming mine,
to oceans like reservoirs of light.