Everything
By Stacks Poets
Published 1 January 2021
by Melanie Cunningham
Salt spray glistens and smudges the horizon
Eye muscles stretch toward imagined rescuers who don’t appear
and don’t appear.
The unreality of our reality continues to shimmer just beyond our grasp
As we wait
And wait.
Expectation continues, unfounded
Our necks twist toward that far line between solid and air and back to our empty-important tasks as a gate swings back and forth in an inconsistent breeze
Pulled toward and away
As if promising possibility and then ending our hopes.
That there are two of us
Is all that staves of desperation
And we cling to the warmth of company without admitting
It is everything.
Exercise - What images or visions does this poem conjure for you? Write a poem of your own that speaks to these images.