In you he finds the space to be,
So obvious for all to see.
You sit together on the seats:
You’re sharing thoughts, not needing words.
I watch you, wonder if you know,
And wonder if you’re growing cold.
He’s gazing down upon your hands:
You know he is: he often does.
And then, I’ve gone a step too far:
Not you, but me I’m reading here.
You catch my eye, then look away.
He only needs to touch your hands.
The thoughts pass on, the words have gone:
The two of us are miles apart.
This poem was written as a response to the photograph by artist Cheryl Garner. It is part of an on-going journey.
The photographs, with poems, can be found at:
the work of Cheryl Garner can be found at: