One Single Impression: Echo

Air across the water:
A wave.

Voice across time:
An echo.

Stillness, silence:
No story,
No conversation
Between then and now.

Troubled waters are a blessing;
They lap against cold stillness to say

We are here. We are alive.

We are alive.

Breath across water:

Call it a beginning
Call it a story

Perhaps a new

Word. A new word:

Yours. Mine.

Feel your pulse.
Feel the echo.

One Single Impression