Rescue Line

I saw her tell me that “impossible is trying to connect in this world”

through a monitor, thousands of miles and several years away.

I saw a moment locked in time and immortalized through electrodes in

which I was informed that our most difficult tasks

involved informing others of what we plan to do

The actions preceding it are irrelevant, as are those that follow;

In that brief and fleeting instant, our task is accomplished.

In that flighty moment, everything which is planned or destined or chanced to happen afterward 
       becomes unnecessary and dismissible.

That intersection of spiritual tornadoes,

in which electrical impulses from the brain become fast twitch muscle movements of the jaw and 
       tongue become sound waves piercing nothingness and find themselves introduced     
       to the eardrum and held captive in an unknown land for further study,

A rescue line cast through the ether in which two beings trapped corporeally become  inextricably       
  linked against all odds

After dog-paddling through a sea inhabited by everything imaginable

With no buoys in sight. No ships. No land.

As they find themselves drawn together, a sense of relief the size of the ocean in which they float 
       washes over them

And when they meet,they register a sense of shock that the line which drew each one of them forth
       was not anchored to anything remotely solid.

Just each other.

And then panic and disappointment set in,

Until they begin to realize that now, at least they have someone to float with.