Surface
The rising river brings you
To the surface, it
Brings me to the surface.
What we’ve built ‘round us
Is washed away by the water
Becoming another’s burden.
He may see it twisted, splintered
Letting it wash by;
Or he may use it to build
Something of his own.
Either way,
I can see you
Now that we have surfaced.
Kevin Tobosa
