|Image: G.Brannan, Little Roundtop, Gettysburg, PA-rendered as painting|
We have history, you and I—
it goes back quite a ways, back to the days
when we were younger—so much younger
It was something even back then,
all fresh and new, pure and pristine…
with youthful exuberance we forged ahead—
where there were no roads we blazed our own,
finding strength in our common bonds,
discovering that even in disagreement
a deeper understanding can be born.
Yeah, we made mistakes along the way…
words, like blades, cut deep and heal slow.
Scars remain, reminders that this too, will pass.
Life has brought us here,
forward is the only direction we can go—
so we build our course, layer upon layer…
there’s no bullshit, no lyin’ and no denyin’,
we are acutely aware,
that we are grounded
in this place, this space,
this history that we share.
© Ginny Brannan 2017