A river is between us--

too deep and dark and swift to swim

and not be swept away.

We do not know the river’s source,

but there it is--

sometimes calm,

sometimes raging from a storm.

We see each other on our shores,

busy in our lives.

We wave and smile but cannot hear

across the rushing water

and do not speak.

Who knows?

Perhaps one day we’ll find a bridge

that we can cross

and sit beside each other

once again

and touch.