The Watering Hole

Here we are in solitude and unity 

United in expression 

Divided by distance 

We can bleed, love, cry and boast by choice 

All in the simplicity of prose 

We are animals gathered 

Under sun or shade, rain or snow 

Mirroring the tremors that shake us 

Reflecting the confines of which we live 

Guiding ourselves in prose 

May we drink when thirsty 

Or eat when hungry 

Or love when necessary 

In a circle bound by emotion 

Centered by the watering hole