Boundaries
The first job of the voice speaking into void Was to create... Then it was to separate! Light from darkness, Land from sea, Day from night, You from me. The separation was never a wall But was like the shore Sand between land and sea They are never “oceans apart” They overlap and merge Share and sometimes splurge In tides and floods the gush over And we too... Boundaries establishing where we can rest Setting gradually the dusk Announces the sun on horizon Sometimes awake with the dawn Of sun splurging in exaggerating the arrival of new Announcing in colors vivid and unnecessary And so with you... Sometimes overwhelming each other Sometimes holding back Sometimes extravagant Sometimes in black But with boundaries set for that precious place called rest. Where dreams like a billion grains of sand Bring together sea and land Lydiangeline January 2021
