Sometimes
they are
t
w
i
s
t
y
wrapped around each other
intertwined
spaghetti-like.
Sometimes they are more like
m o v i n g clouds
shape-shift i n g
visible
but intangible.
Or like stars,
they are
seemingly f a r apart
from each other –
some bright
against the sky
some dim
tough to see,
as if they are barely there.
The vast space between them
isn’t empty;
it’s busy
dense
entirely full.
But I cannot always access
what I search for
what I cannot see
or reach
as if they are
in another dimension
or merely
gone
never meant to be
found again.