The divide

One stands on the shore
Another stands on the other
All that is between them flows
Boils, bubbles, keeps them apart
It is too dangerous to surrender
To wade in the water, swept away
Another comes and starts lifting
Buckets of stuff, things, unimportant
Soon the raging tide is reduced
A trickle, and they can cross
And embrace,  yet all they see
Is the fear which keeps them on
The opposite shore, a divide
Not to be crossed