we share air, not words

with neighbours on city streets,

I wonder what if

distance would slip into sleet,

wash iced eyes so we see, us,

the circus

of would-bes and was

held within

hushed chorus

spilling into each other

in needed trust, begin,

sustain,

what’s in this name;

sharing, forging, vying,

individual lives combined

thrive,

those who do not strive

to direct the coming wave

must hope others swim,

in water, salt stings,

I believe we can shift tides

but question; will we?

Antonia Sara Zenkevitch