Failure Of Communion

What is the space between,
enclosing us in one
united person, yet
dividing each alone.

Frail bridges cross from eye
to eye, from flesh to flesh,
from word to word: the net
is gapped at every mesh,

and this each human knows:
however close our touch
or intimate our speech,
silences, spaces reach
most deep, and will not close.

by Judith Wright

Comments (2)

Light it’s very bright, seeing everything that’s around you, seeing everything thats there, maybe a monster too give you a little scare. Light it’s not there in the night, but when the day comes back the light is very bright. Where would we be without the light? Hey I like your darkness poem.
hello again this is a good poem too