A river is between us–
too deep and dark and swift to swim
and not be swept away.
We do not know the river’s source,
but there it is–
sometimes calm,
sometimes raging from a storm.
We see each other on our shores,
busy in our lives.
We wave and smile but cannot hear
across the rushing water
and do not speak.
Who knows?
Perhaps one day we’ll find a bridge
that we can cross
and sit beside each other
once again
and touch.
