It could be in a register line,
or in a stadium stand,
in a pack both front and behind,
or simply man-to-man.
Only some inches sepa-
rate you all and little me,
but in those inches is the
space of possibility.
What if you’re my drinking partners,
bottle buddies at the bar?
What if you’re my book co-authors,
writing words from our shared hearts?
What if you’re my Sunday brethren,
helping hands at our own church?
But we will not find heaven –
quiet inches are the worst.