Worlds Apart
On the far side of my ocean,
That’s where you are.
Our positions never meet,
They find quick defeat!
Confused, frustrated, and determined
Echoes travel across this vast distance.
Only to hit a wall,
Right in the middle of my ocean!
On the far side of the ocean
Is your cold and closed beach.
Our words disconnect over tides,
You live your own life.
Your coded, loaded, and bloated
Stiff echoing noncantankerous
Words rebound right back to your beach,
And my silent ocean is bleak.
On the far side of your scarlet beach,
Across my indigo ocean.
Our opposite worlds never meet.
I swim with shipwrecked sailors.
You fish!
(C) Ileana Reich 2008
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