Our Connection

Our connection, a safe harbor, a warm womb

encapsulating our turbulence , stilling us against

roaring waves crashing the shoreline.

Too safe perhaps. Lingering in the interstices

the need to create without compromise, suffocation,

erasure- afraid of losing self, freedom.

So we struggle between holding on, letting go-

balancing between need and desire

like pre-pubescent teens in turmoil.