Come a little closer
settle nearer by my side
as we dip into our lunch sacks
and share the hope we have inside.
The world’s so big around us;
there’s enough to break our stride:
we dig our toes in forgiving sand
our eyes choose to watch the tide.
I want to know your story
I want to hold your hand
I want to know just how this ends
twenty toes dug in the sand.
There is no front page full of shock
from any bold newsstand
that could grab me by my wrists
with the same magnetized demand.
I sense the world is falling
and I know you sense it, too.
We simply choose to let it be:
we agree not to let it through.
I lean into your shoulder
smell the salt mixed with shampoo
your arms, your face, the moonlit tide
reassure me: we’ll make do.
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