Still Water Prose Poems
Copyright @ 1989 by Arthur Garfunkel
Used by persmission of Author - All Rights Reserved
Life is the spaces between.
Anything fixed is false. Appearances
approximate the things from which they
emanate; so I hesitate to write to you.
Name it and it's somewhere
else. How can you spell a tree? What can you
say about you and me-that we stood on
shaky ground when last met? And yet--I
firmly expect to share the embrace of reaf-
firming laughter in your face tomorrow and