Manifestos

Manifestos of love proliferate

With the newness of each discovery

We plant flags on beachheads with the arrogance of colonizers

Who disregard those already there

We proclaim impossibilities to each other

The way children build sandcastles on beaches

Then feel betrayed by the tide

Swayed by the push and pull

Of the moon

Our hearts drift in and out

Of the place where worlds touch gently

Or crash together turbulently

Yin to yang

My ocean reaching your shore

Unable to ascend the rocks at your feet

Your feet run through the surf

But never down into the deeps

You and I will never possess one another

But we can kiss at the margins of exploration

Where we meet

Edgewise

 

 

David Trudel    ©  2013

 

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