Wednesday, September 3, 2003

snug harbour

they manoeuvre through the flotsam and the jetsam.
one fights the currents; the other surrenders.
their proximity scrapes, screeches, beseeches.
when they finally throw anchor they will not know whether they are face to face or back to back, only that they are caught between love and a hard place, that their difference lies in the fickle numerical, that they cannot move onward without mutual assent.
life is now about steerage and space; side by side has become a thing of the past.

1 comment:

  1. Not unlike human relationships, really ... certainly the ones that I have been party to.