Along the shore

In the car

At the table

Across a continent

We are separate, distinct.

The space between mountains, ages, grains of sand.

We are friends, collaborators, mentors

Laughing, sharing, creating.

We are tethered to this meeting place,

Flowing fine filaments, delicate and strong.

We are drifting, surging

Toward our dreams and the sky beyond.

Colleen Sohn