Time zones: I write this March 2 prompt at 11.42 a.m. in the morning, 3rd March.
Hello, people of the past
Seas: where the gods scooped up the earth, leaving tunnels all over their playground, buckets of sand and rain descended from heaven,
A ship appearing over the horizon, the physical curvature of the earth
what’s exotic is just elusive from sight;
Barriers: language, as much as it binds us to meaning, binds us together;
divide us unalike;
scattered like peas all over the Earth, sons of Babylon, daughters of the sea,
crawling with amphibian feet
from birth waters
Mathematically, d i v i d e a number and the a graph is compressed; divide the occurrences by the possibilities, and you get a chance.
Give me a chance to cross the seas, language, cultures for you,
7000 kilometres yet 10 steps away.