January 15, 2022
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
About the Author joangregerson

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