Sunday, August 25, 2019
This post was written while hiking in the Sierra Mountains
Lake and Sky
The lake is blue like the sky.
The two could be companions,
but the rock surrounding them
Separates them,
preventing them from touching.
Separated,
like people that can’t see eye-to-eye.
Yearning to find common ground,
but unable to reach out and touch.
They rest together,
each justified in their existence,
each no more right then the other,
each waiting on the other.
Brad Adkins