We are alive.
We sift sand through each other's parted fingers,
grasping at imaginary thoughts that
as we walk through the
fearing nothing but
the growing nearness of when
the stars stop shining.
We do not fear, for we live
and dream of bursting through our sky blue shell
to drift, bleached logs set to shore,
our hands tipped skyward,
reaching for everything that could be.
Our readers' collaborative poem! Thank you to the 13 folks who participated! I LOVE the poem that came out of everyone's two cents, and I think I'm going to do this again because it was super-fun to see all the one-liners pouring in.
HUGE HUGE thanks to the participants: Dana, Danielle, Myrna, Erin, cuileann, Beth, Q, Debbie, Priya, Georgie, briarcat, Deb, and Emma!