Damp Under Drought
there we sat
consuming the same air
we cracked open our barriers
safety nets
and funneled old familiarity into each other
to stifle the violent silence.
a look I once knew as home
is now something new to discover
and though we rest in different beds
I acknowledge the walk we took together
to become who we are
separate entities
feeding off shared experience.
we split apart and
snapped our vessels
so that we can cultivate
our own lives.
and that is fine with me.
attach yourself to the sticky surface of the water
where we once stood to warm our feet
let it be a net and not an anchor
let us arrange the slides
the photographs of our new journeys apart
so that we may present them
in a solitary room
plush air and humming static
and feel proud
in place of discomfort.
we shared time and carved trails
to hoist ourselves into
the skin of who we ought to be
and I thank you.