And Even Though

Separated, creating a world inside us big enough for us to inhabit

And even though

now, we are miles apart

Me with my head on the mountainside earth

listening to water, birds, and the utter stillness of

a kereru flying oh so close to my head

And you, nursed up close in your books

In Sligo country, home of Yeats - the moon

exploding across the water next to Ben Bulben

We are still in love

Held by a dark cord that neither one of

us can sever on our own

As if - we made a pact to be together

even though neither of us can figure out how

So what do we do?

We write, we study, we go beyond ourselves

in small ways

Take magical, everyday steps toward

a destiny unknown

And we trust our hearts to be the

measure of our greatness, not our smallness.

We allow fear to show us that it is

not the way.

And barely, barely whispered

We heed the call and go,