The River

There’s a river runs between us,
you and I.
Our thoughts, like tears, are liquid
carried effortlessly by the current.

But you and I,
we stand on the banks, oblivious;
ignoring the connection,
proudly touting our individualism.

Still the river flows,
and all you’ve suffered,
and all I’ve suffered,
or dreamed, or imagined, or hoped,
flows with it.

Step into the water with me,
feel our connection,
do not be afraid.
for it is sacred.

Wade deeper and know
you are not alone
for I am here
in this river
that runs between us.

(Image my own)

Fluid

Oh, the fluidity
Of childhood days

Splashing and skipping along
The path meandering, directionless

When does life acquire edges
Doors and hallways hindering?

Led by asphalt and time clocks
Obligations too numerous to count.

My own body has become a cell
Movement stiffened, mind rigid

It’s those childhood memories
Soul ingrained, keep me fluid.  

(Image my own)