The weekend verses.

      NEAR

Far,
We are near,
meet in the rain,
which falls here;
gathered by light,
air;
falls there where you are,
I am;
lips to those drops now on yours,
nearer...

Absence the space we yearn in,
clouds drift,
cluster,
east to west,
north,
south;
your breath in them;
they pour,
baptise;
same sun burning through harvest to rainfall on skin,
there,
far;
my mouth opening to spell your near name.

                     .......by Carol Ann Duffy