We get so wrapped up

In being individuals

Distinct and different

Apart from each other

Paradoxically we crave completeness

In togetherness, but

We portion out the love we give

In dribs and drabs

Tiny squibs

Limited love

Reduced in feel and scope

By each limitation and condition

We impose

Like trying to hold water in your hands

It drains away

When we could have just plunged into the river

And swum with the current

Of the timeless stream



David Trudel   © 2012


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