In the spaces between words
there is a gulf
wide and deep,
broad waters
uncharted
where emotions
sink
and shiver.

What is the difference?
I mean
what does it matter?
What I say and what
I do
are the same thing.
Aren’t they?

There is a place
where I can float

(peacefully)

buoyed by
uncertainty
anchored by
questioning
waiting for
the one
answer.