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G-eography
by Johanna May
We sit across each other
a sitting distance of a continent
a distance bridgeable
by hours or intent, by how
these are spent
but between the bridging itself
is a geography of our own doing
from a certain word sprung
a mountain,
from a slip of the tongue
an ocean grew, a boat—-
from a certain laughing
A silence birthed another sky
a smile flew beneath it
to span from sigh to bye
A sea watered
by what cannot be’s
break against epic
Canyons of cannots
We sit across each other
a sitting distance of a continent
a distance bridgeable
and a distance
we invent
01/12/2013 Author's Note: to my G, now here with me
Posted on 01/12/2013
Copyright © 2025 Johanna May
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 01/12/13 at 11:14 PM I can't explain it, but this one reminds me tremendously of a dear friend of mine named Shadoe... I really like this. You just never know where, when, why or how friendships will start, how far they will span, only that they have the ability to enrich your life. Or as in her case with me, she helped me find reasons to keep on living when I really just wanted to die. |
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