by Gary Sackett


Wave by Vit Peyr

Photo courtesy of Vit Peyr ‘Wave’


I am you

parts seen in different light

scraped, scarred, the same inside

smaller, compressed, no difference

clashing by their angles, sharpness concealed

born the same, traveled on foreign paths

air the same, sky above, dirt below

from higher lands we came, distant vistas seen

gravity and time shaped us to who we are

constricted, I will not budge, will you

I see you, you see me — Beauty