We are specks, drops of blood, coffee stains on a map.
To find each other, we'd have to travel long, and hard.
If we were on a globe -
It would be quicker to cut through the beating heart of the earth
To find each other.
If we were neighbors,
I'd like to think we'd be kind.
We'd offer salt and milk when needed.
We'd shovel snow in winter
We'd give each other pumpkin pies
And chat about the weather.
I'd like to think we'd be friends
And play poker so often
That we'd know each other's poker faces
Better than our own.
I'd like to think we'd like each other
Like brothers, like sisters
Like anything other than what we are to each other:
Little specks on a map
Enemy countries on two separate ends of the earth.
Divided, longing, missing
To find each other
And be the entire map
And not specks on it.
In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
Header Art: Daniel Landerman