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Two Sticks
Yesterday, we were two sticks in the mud
separated by a river
of unfortunate circumstance.
Our feet were buried, ankle high
in the typical muck of life
Both had planned to move, anywhere.
Just so happens, here we are
You there, me here
The river splitting our fates
As we both wonder
what it would be like
standing beside each other.
My morning starts early
my shadow begins to reach
It wavers across the current
But it's the one thing
that the river cannot stop
It's pushed by the dawn
to touch you, softly
like a wish.
My hope rests on a raft
made of that shadow
To wake you, gently
and you'll see me standing
to the east, as I send the sun
overhead, over river
To warm you as you stretch.
From the west, you're patient
until dusk, when it pushes
you towards me, river's edge
where our wishes yearn
for one another's.
That sun, almost landing behind you
wraps you in a golden cloak
As your own shadow now
finally answers my touch.
Today, we are beacons
Simple in form
But symbols of hope.
One day, even a night
Somehow, one of us will cross.
Maybe at Spring
when the river calms
Then, perhaps we will grow
into living things
with leaves, and blooms.
If so, I will give you mine
And I will bask
in your beautiful hues.
~~~
Published 14th Dec 2022
| Edited 15th Dec 2022
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