The Finishing Project: Installment One
A river flows between us.
A water wrought with words
unsaid and swallowed,
coughed up and splashed about.
When we speak them --
stopping along the wet bank to pluck out the smooth stones
for examination and admiration
of time's stamp upon their unbreakable surface --
We are calmed.
A bridge then constructs itself,
Extending from your insides to mine.
And again our life raft is tethered together,
navigating the current with not so much ease or grace
(both are overrated),
but with togetherness,
a kind of connection
fought for instead of bestowed.
the distance was not as it seemed.
It was only un-bridged words.
Let's go get a drink and talk.
p.s. there is still time to join this project...writing a poem or prose each day, finishing to completion. let me know if you want to join and I'll add you to the private FB group.