Across the Strait

I begin to see the raindrops

In the distance.

I can’t hear the pitter-patter

Or feel the soaking dripping cold

Of the remote pouring.

I’m in the warm sunlight

Watching rain across the waters.

This strait—

Seeming a gulf—

Between

Places;

Here and there

People;

I and you

Cultures;

Us and them

Rends

Perceptions from reality

Scattering the truth like raindrops

In the distance.