They were separated by a wall, a fence that grazed the sky,
With sharp, twisted tangles of wire
Daring him to bridge the gap.
Shmuel was cross-legged-muddy-ground-waiting
On the cold side of the barbed wire.
The fence lifted and he scraped under it
Finally on the same side, in the same leaky boat.
No, not just leaky-
Sinking.
“You’re my best friend, Shmuel. My best friend for life.”
He found Shmuel’s tiny hand
And took it in a safe, secure grip.
Nothing bad could happen
While the mighty explorer was there.
And nothing in the world
Could make him let Shmuel’s hand go.
Shmuel was lucky to find a friend like him.