Distance isn’t measured in fish

We did not adequately prepare for this distance.
How could we?
We did not expect to feel like stones
among our tribe.
Heavy and dark.

Peeling back the edges,
it’s hard to pinpoint
when connections quaked
and ripples turned to waves,
waves that swallowed us
churning, then spit us
onto opposite sides of nothing.

There is no water left.



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