obscure

i stretch my arms
to touch the other side,
elongating my spine,
separating my shoulders,
dislocating my elbows,
spidery scuttling fingers grasping
at something just outside of reach,
or imagined to be.

i want to send my reach outside
of itself, like fishing,
casting out my hands
and reeling them in, empty.

what is it that i can't see?
it's so dark out there.