Between Friends

A Poem for Martin by Anita

We met

  under the shells of time
      in the river of memory
           at a coffee house that resembled
                   home

We met
    under the inequities of the world
    under the guise of political freedom
    under the bowls of the earth

In circumstance we met
In happen stance we danced
In loyalty we bonded

Not so much for ourselves
But we ourselves submerged
   stronger, more surefooted                    
        in the sea of aloneness

We met under the cloak of sadness
  In the transition time
      under the guise of not knowing
   why or how we met
We met
    to connect
       that's  it-

Anita Schiffman Holzberg.