Distant Shores
written by: B. Frederick Foley
The world is full of nourishment, all that we could ever need
Across the river they go about emaciated, lamenting their lot
Arms stiff and straight out ahead, unable to bend, never reaching their mouths
Toiling day and night, they are only able to flip small crumbs to their faces Ravenous and miserable
On this side we are full, eating all we need
Though our arms are firm and straight out ahead, they can’t bend to reach our mouths
Our souls sing with the universe
Through Fog they cannot see to our shores
They cannot see how we feed each other
B. Frederick Foley is a poet, writer and an editor at Military Flash Fiction. A former sailor, he now spends his time living between Anchorage and Kasilof, Alaska with his wife and three children. His upcoming publications include Alaska true-crime inspired poetry in “the Five two”.
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- Distant Shores - February 18, 2021
