Synapses

Page two hundred ninety of your
Political masterpiece speaks of
Your "sneering indifference".
I can't play the part that rings
For impartiality,
For I am from Jordan
and bask in the buoyancy abounding
from the Dead Sea.
I sail here because more than
a pinch of salt is needed to lift me.
I am moved by winds and rains
And grains of sand are able to
Burn mySweltering fingertips
To the point where the
Intricate ridges
Are no longer seen.
As you shift to page two ninety one,
I close my eyes and hear the soft clicks
Of your vintage typewriter
And weep.
For to know physics is to know
how slowly you are sinking
To the freshwater floor,
That your hand can blister from heat
And you will stay hovered over the flame.
To know you is to know
You will never understand
What it means to feel.