Chasms

We are all chasms of differing depths –

Dropping stones right into each other

To find the distance;

Listening for an echo clatter

Where wall, base and the stone intersect.

Different in dogma – draconian

Diplomats. We are as different as

Our dawns from our dusks,

And differing in distance more-so,

The walk from our driveways to our decks.

It has been years since I met you and

Dropped that stone – I listened intently,

Expecting for it

To land. I set up camp by the ledge,

Wide-eyed and attentive to silence.

I laid awake and counted the fireflies

That first night – we were young and foolish.

That was the first time

We stopped letting our unread stories

Remain unread…nothing more unread.

Now everything about us has changed.

Our life, skin, thoughts and souls between us,

They have all travelled

The world’s breadth. I just recently learned

That stone I dropped was my heart…still

Falling for your unscalable depth.