The Chasm

by In All Our Years

i walked with care-

breathing the air-

watching them there.

always moving- wanting to run.

wanting to jump- wanting for fun.

we climbed the moon and stopped near the top.

we each found a spot-

our own- not apart.

the older under a tree-

the younger on a rock next to me.

and when we were done-

our lunch, not the fun-

we went on our way-

through the Chasm that day.