A Place of Meeting

by jon vengley

You are the sea, 
I am the sand.

You are the rain,
I am the earth.

You are the great expanse of space
and I, the rocky ledge.

Why must we keep meeting like this,
only touching the edge of each other.

A place of meeting, finally.
A river and a boat.
The water now slamming down my throat.

Maybe I meet to much of you that day?
Now I'll never look at you in quite the same way.

I am addicted now, to the water you bring from up high.
Someday we will meet, kayaking that big river in the sky.