I had an idea that love
was friends at a table,
watching our kids play
as we played grown-up and talked.
Somehow though, we fed off
each other’s grief and joy
in a more lasting way
than any meal set before us.
Tag: community
despairing
we fill our days
wrestling with words
since we do not agree
on the meaning
of love. so how
can we love each other?
do we continue
sharing sacred
space where all
may stand in silence?
how can we pray,
side by side, and peek
from almost closed eyes
to keep watch
over our neighbor?
Communal
We share the breath that moves
between us, escapes, whispers
away, dances through leaves,
and ripples the waters, lifts
the birds across the sky,
then circles somewhere distant
and lonely to tell my soul
some secret we will never know.
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