Some connections reverberate softly across distance and space, wending through the ether to rejoin an unseen other. When we met, I recognized you bodily, viscerally, my atoms greeting yours with a happy wave and a welcome-back hug. Perhaps my blood and your bones were once the same patriofelis, succumbed to worms and distributed across the continent, now recognizing its parts reunited, seeking to reassemble, to reconvene as one body heaving across the now unfamiliar landscape. Perhaps you were once a great elm and I the earth that fed you, rose up through your roots and filled you with sap until together we reached the clouds before we fell. Maybe you were Cleopatra and I the bathwater clinging to your skin, soaking into your pores as you prepared yourself for seduction and rule--I wonder, does time truly move in a circle, and if it does, do we return to one another again and again in different forms, and if so, what then will we next become? Are we I or we or you or maybe we are god and god is us and you are breath and I am light and maybe this is what it means to love another as oneself.