Poem: What Divides Us

Climbing up
Too steep to go straight up
Winding back and forth

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

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