The Depth and the Distance

THE DEPTH AND THE DISTANCE A story of Divorce Because you would plumb only so deep Final Before returning, too soon, back to the top, Breathing in air And your preference to swim, Skimming along the surface Like a flat-edged rock. While I continued, delving deeper down, Beyond, where even, the Sun’s light Stopped, broke rank and dispersed, In a rout back to the top. I continued, alone, in utter darkness Descending into the depths. Until, crashing here, At the turgid, bed-rock bottom Where only the limestone bones of the dead can be found Like the mystical Elephant Graveyards. You had gone for the distance Where I settled for the depths Both diametrically opposed And at constant right-angles to each other, Thus, destined, to never See things the same way And that we even met at all John T Tansey