Distance
Not what I dreamed of -
the idealized life paths
bathed in golden sunlight
surrounded by the diverse ages,
treading the same road together
close enough to touch, to see, to feel
sharing the growing, the changing,
the Living.
Instead, Distance creeps in
miles, distractions, grudges,
physical, ideological, genealogical,
togetherness a rarity
felt intensely as lifetimes play out
slowly, suddenly, painfully, joyfully
the hourglass runs until
the Loss.
©2023 Noreen Braman
