I’ve lived the fog of distance –
life’s highway a series of dips,
destination without promise
Learned that acceptance gains perspective
that climates change, and hope sustains,
and that in the stillness dreams renew.
I travel quieter paths now; appreciate
space – have surrendered to present distance,
certain that this too will change.
(Borrowed from One Woman’s Quest II, April, 2020. Image my own)
Even in togetherness there is distance.
I am alone –
a central figure, distracted,
aiming for contact,
unable to eviscerate control,
repeatedly producing a singular confusion.
Is it the one on top,
or are these the machinations
I am unable to discern –
stability never more than a dalliance.
The pavement ahead whispers
promises of belonging –
can I tolerate the quest?
Unfulfilled, I am defensive,
fear off-shoots of depression,
shield tender inner places…
Bring on change;
others watch – look to me
as an example.
I can do this, on their behalf.
Always distances to cross.
(V.J.’s Weekly Challenge is distance. Also submitting this for Open Link Night at dVerse.)