ECHOES by c.l.bracy-jacobs
You stand on the opposite shore--
the rock beneath your feet
slippery and cracked.
Tenebrous waters buffet betwixt us,
slapping the sands on which I stand
shifting the granules,
soft and gushy between my toes.
The bridge uniting our two souls
stands shakily against the darkly whispering skies.
On the memories of a more pacific era,
I gather strength to trek across yet again,
to converse in a language I only dimly recall.
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