An old crumbling fence

My neighbor and I 

Had a conversation

Over the fence today 

 

We shared stories 

Of the the path 

That had brought 

 

Each of us to  

This place where 

We stood on tip toe 

 

So that we could  

Make this liminal  

Connection of heart 

 

That penetrated  

Our separate  

And different worlds 

 

My neighbor you see 

Lives in a small village 

In Uganda  

 

Where he worries 

About the lack of water 

For the 60 children he cares for 

 

And smiles at the  

Beautiful rawness of  

Life lived in this moment 

 

And I worry about  

The lack of connection 

I feel among my people 

 

And smile at the  

Pure potentiality of 

The emerging future 

 

We find comfort and 

Conversion in the conversation 

Over the fence 

 

That is getting old 

And worn and rotted 

Almost ready to crumble

 

Comments

[tadd]

hmmm i like it
i think there is more here however
sit with it a bit