Sunday, 10 February 2008

Words falter and fall

Her words
Shoot out across the abyss between us
Arcing in friendliness.
I recoil, draw back, shrink away.
These rudiments of a delicate bridge
Tumble into the void
Plummeting to a messy heap below.
Too far to discern a meaning I do not want to read.

I turn away, guilty.