• Barry

Distancing You

I see one word, read another

go searching, but for the Grace of God

I watch a woman, I am another

and my questions keep their distance

from each other, the God I see

is multiple in my dreams, the father

son and familiar; then

I realise it’s been a while

since I have written. We used to dream

together, of disaster, you, me

the whale, the ocean, the deserted beach

even here in the noisiest of stations

in the reconvened hope of renewal. I

allow you to guide my hand, it’s not easy

listening to you and keeping my distance.

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