Running into Waves

There is such a lack of privacy here, isn’t there, beyond the pretend privacy I mean.  That we must live in each other’s company, be born into this confounding place…look for signs, for direction, for love, feel our greatest terrors, grow great, grow weak, fail, fall sick, fall apart, die, return to never having lived at all, that we must do all of this right in front of one another, right in front, unashamed.  Yes, such a lack of privacy here. The only separation there is is made of nothing and every single thing, every paving stone, cloud, face, leaf, every feeling of loneliness, of dislike, of disconnectedness in truth says only “Come closer, hug closer, tighter, nearer” until all distance, all fear is gone again.