Even While Sitting On The Shore

Why should I not want to share with you,
Your point of view?
Why would I not wish to hear what your eyes see?
Or feel what is in your heart to reveal?

Why should I not wish with you to connect?
When only you can describe the soil felt under your feet.
When only you have been touched by winds of fragrant breezes...
When I sometimes may choose to sit alone in a funk!

Why should I not want to share with you,
Your point of view?
My life is not always narrowly perspective.
Or retrospectively reflective.

I often wonder about you.
I do!
Even while sitting on the shore,
To observe low tides.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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