
Mountains in the distance,
at times,
it’s how it feels when
we are apart,
not living in this instance.
I look out over the rippling
blue water
waving at me,
shimmering in the partial sun
on a day
that is mostly gone.
And, I feel quiet inside,
as I consider
the measure of our commonness,
and smile in the knowing,
that we
will harness more
time, as needed,
as we prepare
for the next confidence
of our
collective consciousness.
In response to the WDYS #83 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.