Distance

Looking out in the distance

I see shapes
feel them
floating
familiar
in the darkness
the shapes of my sadness

The shapes
fascinate
hold an allure
like a lost friendship festering like a sore
grandma’s tales which are now folk-lore
a dream that I work hard to ignore
a faith that lifts the soul no more
like an old lover I want to know again
understand the joy and also the pain

The shapes come close
and closer still
all around me
move inside me

We float together
me and my sadness
through dark depths
each accepting the other
to a restful place
no distance between us.

May 20