Trevor Scott Barton
 

They
stood
closely,
side by side.
She reached out for him
and took his hand inside of hers.

Their fingers intertwined and their palms made a small space.

This space was warm in the midst of the deep snow that covered the frozen ground of Point Hope,

was warm against the icy wind that blew off the rocking waters of the Chukchi Sea.

"Life is in those small spaces between us," said the wind.

They stood quietly hand in hand,
holding the small space
between them
holding
warm
hands.