–dedicated to my brother, Dale, who is a safe harbor
“i am an island!” he declared,
staking his flag in the sand;
she shook her head laughing,
“how so?” but she already
understood his answers.
other shores beckoned her
yet he seemed content to
stay, digging in soft sands;
she paddled to a far harbor
uncertain when she’d return.
aren’t we all little islands?
“i mean, you’re there and i’m
here with an ocean of words
between us”…not to mention
thoughts, plans and dreams.
always creating ripples in
concentric circles, our ever-
widening waves roll outward
to crash in foamy surf upon
others’ glistening shores.
“why not leave your island?”
she urged but he insisted that
he liked his own beach view;
so we keep paddling rowboats
to reach each other’s worlds.
in space between, we send sea gulls and
glass bottles carrying messages of love.
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Thanks to Claudia at d’Verse for challenging us to use conversation…
a poem in my pocket 