Monday, December 12, 2005

Proximity

We sit

Silent

But together within the same four walls

Sharing the same time
and space

I feel peaceful and secure

I have my newspaper and you are writing some new song
I look over and see you in living color

When we speak it is not through digitized wireless soundwaves

But truly in the moment
Pure and precious

We are not struggling
not rushing
not frantic

We just are

1 comment:

yellowinter said...

b, i love this poem!