At a distance we have one another now. The remaining elders of the old growth trees and the companions that join us through spirit. We know what we have shared. We know what do not have. We do not know what we have not shared. The unknowing makes us frustrated. The unkowing makes us afraid. We hold on to the eternal feelings of bathing in the sunlight all under the same big blue sky. We remember when we did not know to be afraid. We move around at superimposed points shifting our frames of reference from the bee's nest to the mouse at our desk.