Joshua Keiter

Time was looking 
through the holes 
of the climbing wall 

each time seeing 
the face on the other side 
slightly change 

but still recognized 
uncontrollable laughter 
residue of the big bang 

these holes in the wall 
keep multiplying 
they follow us 

throughout our days 
every moment a window 
into familiar or strange 

what’s on the other 
side will there be 
laughter between us

over and over again 
count to three eyes on me 
eventually nothing is 

left but full