Solitude is relative
and related to me,
I am at the edge of the river
standing with my fear
and my women:
mothers and daughters
who hand me pebbles
to toss across the water.
They tell me I can reach out
and people will be there
and so I throw pebbles;
the water ripples out
to who knows where
and after a while
I receive ripples
from somewhere out there.
Even when I stand still,
hands empty of stones
but feeling weighted down
by rocks built around my legs,
the ripples return to me
showing
there is always someone
out there to answer back.

04/04/2006

Author's Note: For Larry and the MMB, in thanks for the inspiration

Posted on 04/04/2006
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