in Crossing Lines Anthology, published by Main Street Rag, 2015
Here at the crest of the hill
affinities surrender
snow scatters, water sheds
east and west, rivers diverge
from each other.
Here at the crest of the hill
Think how things divide—
The bark from the birch,
The peach from the tree,
The earth at its fault lines
Think how things divide—
The messy split of egg from shell,
Here from after, no from where,
And babies from their mothers.
Sand from sea, salt from water,
You from me.
We climb the hill to watch,
And wish against all evidence.
Join be to loved, our to selves,
and take more sand to the sea.
We leap fault lines,
even knowing someday
Life and time will diverge.
Time will sunder rock
from mountains. For and
ever cannot stay together.