Climbing up Too steep to go straight up Winding back and forth Striving Struggling To arrive at the peak The summit The ridge The divide But only for a moment Before descending down Too steep to go straight down Weaving back and forth Gliding Careening A drop of rain falling To the east of the ridge reaches the Atlantic To the west, the Pacific Is the ridge A line in the sand Or is it a bridge Reaching out a hand The water flows to the east Or flows to the west It reaches a different conclusion Does that make the first drop an enemy of another Or could it just a traveler, a brother What looked like a ridge Is just a bridge It is what unites us With a few small steps Could we suddenly see The nothingness of What divides us
January 15, 2022
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