Once again McLeods Daughters makes me cry like a baby. The writers for that show didn’t get hugged enough as children.


and i’m afraid that maybe
we’ll always be on opposite 
coasts, digging tunnels 
into each others’ backyard
dreams, walking the same
path at the same speed,
beginning at opposite
ends - each of us with
unconditional determination
to reach the finish line

but this is the problem with
point ‘a’ and point ‘b’: 
we never learned how 
to meet halfway