It was in the quiet moments
Where our eyes didn't meet
Where we observed
Without words
The person becoming
Beside us-
The ever growing
Ever changing human
That we tied to our side-
It was in that moment
The stollen quiet ones
Where we ourselves questioned
How exactly did this happen
The tone changing by the day
Depending upon weather
And the shared discussions
Leading to the stollen
Solitary moment that somehow
Still was not our own-
We learned to grow
Apart but together
A tangled web
That we created with
The initial thought
That our cords were separate
Only to look back
To find they had faded into one
Somewhere along the line.
Katrina Thornley is a nature poet. novelist, and freelance journalist that resides in Rhode Island. She has two poetry collections currently published, a novel, as well as a short story anthology. Her poetry collections "Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature" and "Arcadians: Wooden Mystics" were inspired by a local park and life in her small rural town. You can find them on Amazon now!
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Katrina Thornley
Rhode Island based author and poetess with a love for nature and the written word. Works currently available include Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature, Arcadians: Wooden Mystics, 26 Brentwood Avenue & Other Tales, and Kings of Millburrow.
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Comments (2)
Powerful expression of what it is to grow apart yet remain bound by countless entanglements so as to produce something between us never intended nor desired yet powerful & compelling &, in some ways, even good. A "Do You Love Me?" from "Fiddler on the Roof" intuition.
I found this to be relatable. I do have one person with whom I thought I had separate cords with only to find out that they had merged into one somewhere along the line. Loved your poem!