ah! we scream silently aching reaching out.

alone in the vast sea

we seek another

to be with us

who knows us

“be with me”

Wanting to pull close

and fearing the fall

we hang on the edge

call to the other

_ hearing,

sometimes we plummet over hitting the ground hurting ourselves - Again

fearing trembling inching forward we meet and clasp and for a time comfort the other.

Andrew MacPheé