We stand at the edge of a precipice -
you & i
And as we look down I ask how
far it is to the bottom.
Non issue, you say
for the bigger question stands not
below, but before us as a Mountain large and wide.
Is it yours or is it mine?
You take my hand and grasp it firmly, fingers
intertwined, like you know me, like we're best friends.
Like it's Simon's graduation day.
'Yours' you say.
'And yours?'
Some days are only big enough for one mountain,
those days we face things together,
because what's yours is mine and mine is yours.
Labour day Monday. And nothing is fortuitous.
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