Maybe
If we sit together
on this rock by the river,
and let the sun
warm the hard places
where we do not meet
Maybe words will fall
into the water,
the hard words,
the disagreements,
the name calling
And the color of our skin
will be like flower petals,
each soft in beauty,
beloved
in difference
And our bodies,
their genders, places of birth,
languages, experiences,
will tell us both
about love and pain
And your beliefs
and mine will open
enough to include
a meeting place,
like this rock by the river
And the spark in your eyes
will greet mine,
maybe not in friendship,
or even understanding,
but in simple humanity
What a lovely poem, Eliel. I hope you and your family are well and happy. I send you love and best wishes for a wonderful holiday. Marlene