In a Place that is Safe

We are never want for words, really,
for we always ask
how each other's day was,
or talk about the weather--
how beautiful the ice fog is, or
did you see the moon
last night?
How bright is was reflecting
off the snow.
And there are other stories--
little happenstances that transpired
in our lives
sometime in the near
or distant past.
And yet, there is so much left
unsaid, between us.
Is is as though we stand silently
together
before a wall
of unspoken words,
flirting at the edge, perhaps
afraid
to climb,
to plunge ourselves into
a world beyond
our imagination,
where an epic adventure awaits,
brimming with
excitement,
mystery,
danger.
But I wonder:
Is the fear of our survival
so great a risk
that we remain
where we are,
safely
behind
this invisible
wall?