THE PRICE WE PAY
Anger and love
broken shells
parts scattered
on life’s shoreline
and deep waters
hidden in clouds
rolled out of storms
under still waters
suspended out of reach
praying for balance
understanding alone
sometimes touching
but not really touching
the violence of gravity
the weight of words
unspoken destiny
the battles replant
the space between
either water replenishes
or deserts thrive.
Roger Singer 