Barbara Grace Lake © 2015

We walked along
The water’s edge,
Not touching in
A groping trial
Of tactile, hearing senses,
Yet our minds were intertwined.
We talked a little
Often not, instead
Sent unframed, images
And tenderness
On airborne rafts
In loving synergy.
How better than
A harshly arid
Battering
Of empty words
This stillness
In communal thought
Between two friends.