In Synch

We stand at the foot of the mountain
Hand in hand, eyes cast upward
Contemplating one and the same
Yet viewing from truly dissimilar positions.

I marvel at the drastic contrast
I fear the bearings where we'll converge:
How far must we trek before we unite;
How far until we balance?

We walk this path in tandem 
In step yet discrete
Our footsteps echo behind us
The shadows cast no light on our path.

~a predicament~