Border Lands
The
last
light fell
in ripples
'til it tumbled to
the still-dry road to throw shadows
on the field, and where lake water waits to meet the sky,
a place between our steep rock bluff
and your stand of pines,
sun dissolved
the long
sky
line.
Then
hard
rains fell
and we were
obliged to observe
what matters, though we already
knew, unwillingly, we've been self-focused all our lives.
We can no longer be so proud.
In our own yard we
must team up
with you
this
time.
