Two by Two

(We were supposed to meditate and travel and view our surroundings, then make a poem about what we saw)

We march in file
two by two on a journey,
destination unknown.
Through the cold in silence,
dodging pitfalls
and avoiding lances
of water, unsuccessfully

Zebras, steadily pacing
a plaid spread for cover
white and blue alternating
progressing to their resting place

the surface breaks,
circle upon circle
ripple upon ripple.
among the silence, crisp
air invades our lungs.
Droplets explode on impact,
as we gather in a mob
clinging each other for
warmth and cover.

Two by Two we stand
Two by Two we return

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