Wonder and fall

I wonder who am I writing for.

I ask who is the writer

I ask who is the reader

I wonder if there actually is

A who.

On the surface play of ripples,

You and I,

some distance appart?

“How safe is falling in love?”

You ask.

“Falling into the deep blue,

Will we ever rise back up again?

Back to the surface,

Moving away from each other?”

I wonder if wondering has any value at all.

Questions won’t change the immensity.

Only the memory of a kiss

Turned into a sea shell,

Falling …

Falling …

©️A. Garden, July 2019