My take on this week's 100 word challenge. The photo didn't seem to fit, and yet my mind kept returning to it. Perhaps it is the tendrils so beautiful in the depths, yet when we look to the surface of the water they are invisible to us.
A small crowd gathers to listen to the poet -- cramping into chairs, leaning against bookshelves, squeezing onto the floor. We sit separately and though I can’t see you, I feel you. A constant unseen wire stretches taut between us, transmitting what we dare not yet speak to ourselves. I feel you as you crane towards the poet’s words. I too strain my heart towards the words, hoping we will find each other there in the pages, between the lines, among the words.
Afterwards, we share breathlessly our love of the poem, and with our words delicately shrink the distance.