To My Friend, Far Away

An ocean between us
yet we are good friends

When the moon waxes full
she bays at its glowing face
as do I, and full-throated

Tears river and splash
trenching at her feet
forming ponds

Hope glimmers, but
still out of reach

The jungle of her thoughts
She must break through

Soon creamy silken signs
will meet her waking eyes

Be still, I murmur from
across the continental divide

Let it flow
Let your vulnerability
become your strength

I believe in you

© 2013 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

Written for Ed Pilolla’s “Get Listed” prompt at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads; I think I got about 15 words in, only because his list had a certain flow. My friend will recognize herself in this poem, I hope, and draw comfort from this humble toad.  Peace, Amy