Knievel

When younger, “nothing” was the end
of a perspective question: “What is between
you and me?” “Nothing.” “Then why
aren’t we together?”

But nothing can hold a place
like a full rest
or the emptiness between cliff sides –

it is the delay that matters
for what is between you and me

is two seconds, a step,
and what is between the music

is a mental tapping of the beat
and what is between the cliff sides

is a motorcycle sprung

by jet engines

into nothing.