Another Open Mic has come and gone. If you don’t know the drill, you can refer to this. If you do, carry on.
The Distance in Proxemics
The silence of things left unsaid can be deafening.
I kept dipping my foot into and out of the lake, reveling in how something as defined as bone and tendon could fade and fizzle only four inches submerged.
I kept stealing glances in your direction. Even while anchored to the dock, you somehow seemed adrift. Your gaze pierced past the sunset, which flirted with dropping off the edge of the Earth. I wondered how you could see that far. I tried, but I got caught up in all that was in between here and there.
I marveled at how you could turn nothing into so much.