Unconditional Confusion

Veiled rivers
separating
swiftly flowing
murky, lurking,
churning boulders
of emotion
of mistrust and
deep suspicion.
Flood-tide rising,
rising, rising,
boiling, burning,
overturning
Raft is shattered,
oars are broken,
You and I are
separated,
overwhelmed by
hidden currents,
Neither speaking,
Both are drinking
deeply from these
poison waters,
blood-red waters
greyed by fogs of
good intentions,
misperceptions,
silences and
lies.
Seek the light,
seek the light of
new beginnings,
former blessings,
firm handholds and
solid ground.
Somewhere there is
granite bedrock,
underneath the
slimy clay,
underneath the
masking fog,
somewhere on
the other shore—
lives truth,
dies lies,
holds hands,
spans lands,
somewhere on the other shore
reigns Hope.