The third of five new pieces I’ve written after a lengthy hiatus. Please feel free to be brutal with the critique.
I watch your pain from a distance
that appears impossible to span.
No wider gap un-bridged as woman and man.
It seems to have grown out of the water,
this green mountain-shaped monster,
to loom above our fragile surface.
I flounder at the bottom of this lake,
unable to see through settled silt
A stone, housing a sword buried to its hilt.
Grasp me and release the blade
with all of the mistakes we made
and I will resurrect, settle on the shore,
be anchor and jib to your wayward sloop,
and we could stay or sail at ease
to rise and fall with ebb or flow and breeze.