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Home…

Is this home?

A slice of emerald

An island child, rocked

on gently rising sea.

Settling again

on the breast of the deep.

A different shore.

Until we meet

We agree to be alone.

You drift away

Carried by wind and wave-song

And I sit, still and silent

Unhurried and thought-filled.

 

 

We drink aloneness

 

Until it has emptied us

Until we find each other

Exhausted by solitude

Aching quietly for the touch of hands

And we are together … full.